Gathering

I buy it, they eat it. That's how this game works.

I've been thinking about all those poor Neanderthal men who had to get up every morning of their miserable lives, grab their spears and risk life and limb hunting breakfast for a tribe of ungrateful wives, children and assorted hangers on.

At least I didn't have to kill any of it, just drag it back to my cave. And my assorted hangers on do say thank you.