To finally free themselves from the plain, spiceless food, the western conquistadors decided to risk their lives and venture out to the great unknown, all for glory and… for their palettes.
Now…Finn shall do the same.
One meter from the barrier was all just familiar stuff. After all, he had more than once just reached out and taken some stuff. Three meters out…was still the same. Still the same thornroots, sunberries, and ivara vines.
He did fill up his basket and poured them back into the barrier whenever he could. He yelled for Pang to contribute and bring them into the kitchen, before he resumed his foraging activities.
"Arrange them by kind! You know your plants, right?" he yelled, pouring yet another basketful of items into the barrier. "We'll make something good!"
Like this, the Panda dragged his four feet to help out, the prospect of good food fueling his movements.
