She makes a pile of fruit and nuts for breakfast with a new giant umbrella-leaf as a serving tray, and a second such tray with an entire peanut plant and an entire strawberry plant, complete with small quantities of roots. Then she puts her wings and her optimized outfit back on and starts looking for a good place to try to start a kitchen garden.

"Which parts of this do we eat?!" Sovi calls over to her, inspecting the plants.

"These ones I'm going to try to plant, see if I can get a little farm going."

"So we don't eat those?"

"No, please don't. You can help yourself to anything on the other leaf, though." She points at the relevant pile. It does include another coconut and some dates, and some figs because those are similar to dates, and a lot of pecans and bananas because Margaret is in a pecans-and-bananas kind of mood this morning.

They try all the things. They eat a lot.

Hiking is hungry work. She eats her fill of mostly bananas and pecans, concludes that dates are much better than figs as far as she's concerned, and plants her plants while wishing she knew more about gardening than just pesticide use regulations and manure runoff risk guidelines. 

It doesn't really occur to them to help. Sovi does eventually go get firewood, but when she has enough for a decent-sized campfire she sits back down. Then Daz grabs her and they resume fornicating in the open.

She was going to see if there were fish in the creek but how about instead she'll go see if there are fish in the creek a good long way upstream of here bye.

There are some fish in the creek, mostly little ones.

Brilliant! They don't have to be big to be protein. She dangles an extension of her sleeve into the water in the form of a large bag of very loose lace; once some fish are inside its boundaries it becomes a bag of very dense lace.

Now she has some little minnows.

She's not sure these are worth the effort of butchering, especially given that for all Daz and Sovi are doing fine on Earth food the reverse might not be true. But she can try them as fertilizer for plants, anyway. She sits by the creek for another half-hour with another net out in case anything bigger comes along.

She can catch lots of minnows and one medium sized catfish.

Awesome! Even split three ways that's still a nice side dish. She carries it back to camp, contemplating butchery and cooking techniques.

Daz is sleeping when she comes back.

Oh good, she doesn't have to choose between giving the couple privacy and cooking the fish while it's fresh, she thinks as she sets the fish down on one of the leaf-plates and starts fileting it with a claw.

"What are you going to do with that?" asks Sovi.

"Fry it and eat it! Do you want some? We can have a third each and save the rest for Daz."

Fish butchery: proceeds. Margaret misses her good kitchen knives; being able to reshape her claws however she wants does not fully make up for them being attached to her fingertips. What's the current status of the campfire and/or woodpile?

The campfire hasn't been lit, but when Margaret says she's going to fry it Sovi gets to work on that. There's no flint so she's using the rub sticks together method.

Margaret eventually gets the fish meat in one location and the skeleton and organs in a different location. She doesn't have a frying pan, but she can turn a bracelet into something similar and it will work fine as long as it's on her hand.

Sovi supervises the process with interest, and tends the fire.

Margaret tries to pick up some fire-tending skills by watching; she was never one for camping.

At one point the bracelet heats up enough that she needs to turn the part on her hand into ceramic, but eventually she has some fully cooked fish. She takes it off the fire and lets it cool down for a couple minutes before serving it.

Sovi wakes up Daz to eat his portion. After she's eaten she goes to sleep.

Margaret buries the minnows in half of the garden and leaves the other half as a control group, then sits around keeping watch until someone else wakes up.