We had a fire going and the wood were smoldering, just nice for a barbecue. Han must have read my mind as he asked for some food, any food to cook on the fire. The only thing I could offer him was chicken soup out of a can. Han said it was acceptable.
The boys brought out their books and had a discussion on superheroes while waiting for the soup to be done.
After a couple of minutes, it was supper time - a bowl of steaming hot soup. Ean made roti prata in the kitchen and that got dunked into the soup.