Others were using a crude form of pestle and mortar, grinding down husks to make a powder, which they mixed with water into a dough. The dough was then kneaded and flattened out with their hands, before being cooked on a frying pan over a fire, the result being a crusty sort of flat bread. Emmy and her crew, who were looking forward to catching up on their sleep, captured all of this on film, Emmy even helping out with some of the menial tasks. She laughed as the other women showed her what to do, the language barrier not seeming to be an issue. Dart watched her from the sidelines, J’tagnan in his arms as he gave the baby a bottle of milk. ‘She is a very genuine person,’ Meeree said, coming up beside him. Dart didn’t take his eyes off the bright, smiling woman who’d just accidentally rubbed flour on her forehead as she’d attempted to push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. ‘Yesterday I would have thought she was doing all this for the sake of the cameras.’ ‘And now?’ ‘She is genuine, just as you say.’ J’tagnan finished his bottle and Dart shifted the baby around to his shoulder, patting the infant’s back lightly.
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