Erik could help but smile knowing Taya also did not have a partner. 
"I'm sure it'll be delicious if you learnt to cook from her." He said, a small smile creeping across his face, as he continued to work on his spear. He'd been hunting since he had turned 12 and sharpening his spear was something that was effectively muscle memory for him. With one side of the flint sharpened, he pressed his thumb against it to test the edge. It drew a small amount of blood and satisfied, Erik flipped his spear over to work on the other edge.