[Austin]
It had been several weeks since Carmen saved me and brought me into her home. Rock had gotten more comfortable with me and I was learning the difference between the harassment I went through in my pack and a troll’s nature. Sometimes he was mean, but he meant it with a good heart.
Friendly poking had been difficult for me to deal with when it started, but I realized that he didn’t mean it in a bad way. It took a lot of unlearning to be comfortable. For the most part, though, Rock was polite to me.
Today, we were cooking a huge feast. Even Carmen was helping. The shorter side of the kitchen was mostly done. It was enough that we could prep there and even use the ovens. Carmen and I were on side dishes, while Rock worked on the meats.
He had gotten snow off of the giant rotis
