It doesn't have to be fancy to be perfect. Or appreciated.

[Smiling, Clara slips around from behind him to steal some of the fish for herself. He's cooked it well enough that it's delicious, and she moves to sit at his side by the fire as she reaches forward to take some more. She's carried over some fruit in the pack on her suit, and it's pulled out and split in half so they can try it together. Her half is passed back and forth between her hands as she quickly thinks something over.]

We should collect as much as possible, just in case these rifts close up completely.