The next morning

That morning when you wake you notice the smells of cooking eggs and meat. As you walk over to your fire pit, where you see the punk goblin girl is actually cooking breakfast, you notice that she must have been nice enough to zip up your fly when she rolled off of you this morning.

When she sees you approaching the goblin girl smiles broadly and loads up a polished looking flat rock with what looks like ham and eggs. You graciously accept your breakfast, not having eaten a real morning meal like this since back in your era, and wolf down the food. The goblin girl watches you quietly with a banal smile while you eat. When you finish, she grins widely and starts to yammer on eagerly in a language you still cannot understand.