“Wah!” Irina let out a gasp. “So this is what Beggar’s Chicken looks like.”

Damien wrinkled his nose, twisting his head in the direction of the smell. He asked, astonished, “Why is it clean now? Oh, right. What’s Beggar’s Chicken?”

“Cough. Let’s just call it Mud Bird.” Irina stuck out her tongue. “I don’t know either. I just experimented and it seems like quite a success.”

“Your tribe is brilliant.” Damien couldn’t help praising.

Irina felt highly accomplished. She went into the bedroom with the ball of mud to show Curtis, before coming out to start eating.

The rice was in the bird’s stomach for an entire afternoon, so the...