The woman's son imediatly starts eating, standing in the cold staring at the snow must've drained his energy. The woman looks at us and smiles, after which she also begins eating her portion. We're all eating out of clay bowls, and there's water in clay cups. The meals is nice. The tastes of all the ingredients mixed, but we guessed atleast pretty accurately. The woman and her son discussed some matters, but none of them were important to us. Listening to some innocent chatter is better than silence anyhow.
What would you like to do?