She giggles and gets up, then starts rummaging through her backpack. She opens the tent a crack to verify that it's still nice and sunny outside, nods in satisfaction, then resumes rummaging.

She is still quite naked.

And very pretty. She is also still very pretty.

That is likely by design. "Bread, cheese, and eggs sound good to you?"

"Sure."

She exits the tent to extend her picnic towel outside and the food. "How do you like your eggs?" Pause. "What an absolutely mundane question."

"Is there something wrong with mundane questions? Anyway, eggs aren't actually a common food where I'm from, I don't have a specific preference."

"Nothing wrong, it's just—someone from another world lands on me, she happens to be the most amazing person I have ever met, she gives me off-world magic and wants to help me save the world, we have some amazing sex... and then we have breakfast."

"Well it would be pretty silly if we just stayed in bed until we starved."

"It would," she agrees. "I'll make scrambled because it's easy, how about?"

"Sure!"

So she gets the bread and two types of cheese and some eggs and something to scramble them in and a stone pan-thing which apparently floats and can heat itself.

Ooh, nifty. What a useful artifact.

Very useful! She gets to frying and sits.

Ruava is maybe gazing adoringly at her a little.

...she squirms. "What?"

"You're very pretty, that's what."

She grins. "You're also very pretty."

"That's true."

Pause.

"I shouldn't distract you from making breakfast."

"Well, scrambled eggs don't need all that much attention."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Then I guess I can distract you after all."

"If you want to."

"No, I'm just suggesting it because I secretly hate breakfast," she says, and then she dissolves into giggles.

"But Ruava, it's part of the normal, mundane life we live! Breakfast, go out tend the field, return for lunch, do some more of that, get back for supper where grandpa tells old stories of how everything used to be better when he was young."