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"Paper helps start a fire though." He thought about that for a second there. When his family started a bond fire, normally they sprinkled the pit with ripped pieces of paper.

"How about we just grab both." He was rather desperate at this point either way. "Okay you grab the chair... and ill go hit up the labs and see if they have some paper and some sort of way to make a flame." The paper would be unused, of course.

"Meet you outside?" He took off without saying much else in the direction of the labs.

"Your taller!" Was his response back at Ian, also a good natured laugh in return. Yes it was a bad excuse, but the assumption was taller = easier to hide large objects. RIght?

Either way he too set off towards the labs. Finding some spare paper NOT written on was actually easier said than done. It seemed a lot of life division hoarded fresh supplies like buried treasure. In the end he grabbed a small handful of papers, with small useless scribbles on them. He figured they were useless because they were balled up and in a garbage can. Thankfully, some of the others just thought he was taking out the trash like a good lackey.

The matches, those were a problem. He remembered a while back someone used one of those candle-lighters, the ones with the long tube where you clicked some special buttons and a flame appeared.

A short time later he approached Ian, quirking an eyebrow. "Well at least you were comfortable while waiting?" He indicated towards the chair.

"...Now. Who want to break it?"

He huffed. "Have you ever tried to get any sort of paper out of the life labs? They hoard it like a monkey eating its last golden banana." He shrugged, hands currently shoved into his pockets were a few of the lose-leaf discarded balls of paper were residing.

"Though im kinda sad i missed it." It might have, after all, been a bit amusing.

"Im certain they hoard spare chairs somewhere here." Like life labs hoarded spare notebook paper. "One wont be missed. Though i dont know if a knife is the best way... it might dull it?" Unless said knife was like, super knife.

Thankfully it seemed that Ian had chosen a spot of earth that was just that, dirt. There was not much vegetation around, so less of a chance of things to catch on fire.

"I suddenly have a mental image of that knife slicing through our fear shields as if it were butter." Quinn winced. Oki snorted in his mind in response, a doubtful sound. Though there was a sudden feeling, if Quinn could visualize it was as if the predators eyes were now on Ian, judging him curiously.

Ian is not prey, Oki.

\ Everyone is prey //

Quinn ignored everything for a short time, Oki and Ian, and lined a small circle with balled up pieces of paper. "Paper doesn't burn for long but it will help start the fire on the actual wood." He reached out and grabbed the leg that Ian had pried off, and placed it on the paper pile.

He too was working on the make-shift fire pit while he worked. The candle lighter had been used, and the flames quickly claiming the paper as they moved towards the already cut off chair legs. "I have a pretty big pack on me..." Although it rounded off to a box of graham crackers, a pack of about 6 bars of chocolate, and a bag of jumbo marshmallows. So quote a large portion if they went sparingly.

"So a couple for us seems fair." For the work they put in to it. "And then we start to share should be fine."

He paused, staring up at Ian from his position kneeling near the flame. "C'mere you big baby, let me see if i can help get those out." He replied after the second 'ow'. Quinn normally kept his nails short and groomed decently, so they should work fine as tweezers.

The paper really had not lasted all that long. Thankfully, that was what the two chair legs were for.

"No your not." He mumbled, taking the hand that was offered and staring at it. "This might hurt, sorry in advance." He set to working at pulling out the splinters, thankfully for Ian many of them were not that deep. One was being annoying though, and took a little effort to get out. "Did you know that if you leave a splinter in your body it will eventually decompose?"

"There, all done." He said after he got that last pesky one out.

He was soon rummaging around in the bag, pulling things out. "I am pretty sure people will start to wonder about the sudden flame as they pass by, we didn't exactly pick an inconspicuous spot. So we should probably make ourselves one or two while we have the chance." Quinn was betting on this anyways when he got the idea, he was just glad to have run into company willing to help.

"I should warn you that it could also fester and grow some nasty stuff under your skin if your unlucky enough." He sounded almost calm about it, reaching into the supply bag.

Taking a second to poke a marshmallow at the end of his own stick he placed it over their small fire. He didn't wait until it was charred, but nicely warm before pressing it between the chocolate and crackers.

He sighed contently at the first bite. "It tastes like chocolate and sugar and gooey goodess." He agree'd with Ian, taking a second (messy) bite. After eating cardboard for weeds, this was something close to heaven. Or maybe his sanity.