[Prehistoric farming, pocket dimension, adored by all, An Ye: She blunders into a forbidden land of savages. Lin: Be my mate, and you only have to do two things: eat meat and sleep!]
An Ye wails in the night: “Chief, please let me go!”
Lin: “The meat in my tribe isn’t free!”
An Ye rolls her eyes: “How is that eating for free? These tribespeople all support themselves.”
A female tribe member: “Goddess, Goddess, what’s this?”
An Ye: “This is goose stew cooked in an iron pot!”
A tribesman: “She’s clearly an evil god. She’ll bring disaster to the tribe!”
The chief swings his stone axe. The tribesman’s head rolls away. “This is what happens to anyone who dares question my mate!”
