"Bring that fish over here partner, smoked fish ain't made in tobacco smoke."
Adam agreed with the farmer. He was actually about to do something similar before the suggestion, but it wasn't like Clive could have known that. The Druid sat next to the guy and began "gutting them fish." The farmer seemed friendly enough, which was good, and his mood seemed to match that.
"Anyone wanna tell the little lady or should we just let that girl make us a fancy cottage?"
Adam chuckled awkwardly at that remark; he knew Clive wasn't being malicious at all, but the Druid's concern earlier was only intensified by that statement. "I'll check on her after I finish cooking these fish," Adam responded, his tone serious as he focused on his task. Having done this many times in the past, the cooking was almost automatic to the man. He briefly glanced up and smiled at MacKensie and Fenna upon their return, then paid attention to Zell's speech while finishing the cooking. All in all, it was a solid idea, though it left Adam even more perplexed about the man. He had made the comment about death, had fallen off of an ogre or something, and was now planning strategy (though his expression at the end suggested he didn't care very much about it). Just who was this guy? The Druid would have to talk to him at some point to get a better sense of him. That would have to happen later though; too much was happening right now and Adam wanted this plan to succeed, so he made his own contribution.
"Sounds good, though I'll need to coordinate with the people in front about directions so we don't get lost. That shouldn't be a problem, right?" The question was directed at Clive, as he was the one sitting next to him. After listening to the farmer's answer, Adam would take the cooked fish from the fire, dividing them into even portions so everyone could have some and using the sticks someone had prepared as impromptu plates for the meals.
"Please, help yourselves!" After inviting everyone to grab a meal, Adam took two of them and stood up. "I should check on our newest teammate." This last, he said at a lower volume, though still with the kindness of the statement before that. It was good timing as well; the Druid heard the mage's stomach rumble, so she would probably appreciate the meal.
Adam walked the short distance between the fire and the new cottage and knocked on the wall. He wasn't sure if it was strictly necessary since it was so close to everyone, but it felt like the respectful thing to do. "Lillianna, I made some fish. Do you want any? I can set it here if you'd rather eat alone, or you can join us by the fire. Or I can join you in there, whatever you want." The Druid would do whatever she wanted here; that was the respectful thing to do, after all.