"I don't mind," he tells her, gently, and starts toward the hut. "Come on."

Inside, he pulls out a chair for her at the little table before crouching down next to a cloth-covered set of shelves beside a small cabinet. The cabinet, when he opens it, turns out to be an ingeniously designed miniature fridge fueled by a small power cell, which also runs the equally small induction cooktop that turns out to comprise the flat top of the cabinet. He sets a pot from the fridge on the cooktop and flicks the switch to activate it, then pulls the cloth back from the shelves to reveal two plates, two bowls, two mugs, two glasses - all meticulously arranged.

Everything in the small hut is arranged with similar care, in fact, including the throw that lies folded into a pillow at the head of the bed.