Back on her island, Shasta returned to the cabin and made herself a lunch of black beans and rice. She was quickly learning that cooking wasnt all that hard if you could follow the directions on the side of the box. If that counted as cooking. She refused to get bogged down in the mental argument.
With lunch out of the way, she wandered back outside again. Down on the dock, the temperature on the solar shower read seventy-five. That didnt sound very hot, but the sun was warm and there was a lot of daylight left, so she decided to leave it to heat some more before she attempted to use it.