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Naosu was holding the lamp Claire had given to all the wood-gatherers like a lifeline. She couldn't see one whit in the dark, and even the most benign of forests still made weird noises. Still, she had done her part, albeit small, and was now done the task. She was a bit owl-eyed when she got into camp, and didn't notice T'kani right away. When she did, she nearly dropped the lamp in relief--but fortunately didn't, for that would be bad.

"T'kani!" She exclaimed joyously. "Naosu doesn't think she likes gathering wood in the dark so much. You were on the tents, right? Did you do okay?" She pat T'kani's shoulder instead of taking her hand like she wanted so her friend would be able to answer her. "Naosu thinks she's going to have this lamp pried away from her." She giggled. "It sheds light in more directions than Naosu's flashlight does."

Xerxes blinked, eyebrow arching at the sound coming from Niamh’s stomach and couldn’t help but smile a bit. When her cheeks flushed red, he had to turn away from her — acting as if he was too involved in organizing his things to notice — lest he start to giggle. He didn’t want to laugh at her but the sound, combined with her blush had been too good. When he thought he had himself under control, he turned back to her and nodded. “Food sounds good. Especially after all this work we’ve done.”

They moved off towards the food, falling in line to grab their plates. He watched as the chimera grabbed a big plate full and raised both eyebrows. Most girls he’d spent any time around had done their best to eat as little as possible in front of others. It was nice to see someone that didn’t care about such silly things. Soon his attention was drawn to the food. He was slightly disappointed by the hotdogs, wrinkling his nose up at the smell. It wasn’t that he didn’t eat meat — he just didn’t eat hotdogs. They had never been a favorite of his.

He glanced towards Niamh as she spoke, shaking his head in response to her statement. “I don’t care what you eat. Personally, I love meat. Just...not hot dogs.” Thankfully, though, Xer didn’t mind salad and he loved fruit. So, he grabbed his plate and began fixing him up a salad big enough to count as a meal and added some of his favorite fruits on the side. “Strawberries are my favorite,” he said sheepishly as he added on a few extra strawberries after staring at the bright red fruits for a bit.

"Ooh, roasted hot dogs sounds delicious!" she responded eagerly, "as for the sticks, I'll just grab a few of the smaller bits for the fire; I know I brought over some pretty pathetic pieces." With an innocent shrug and a grin, Bebe turned to drag Samhain towards the food. "You certainly sell flitterats, Sammy!" she joked, smiling cheekily at him, "how can I not buy one now, huh? If the lil' fella tried to get through my books, Fluffy would tell them what's what." Having moved Dublin to her shoulder, Bebe was stroking his nose absent-mindedly, very glad to have something cute and fluffy to pat. "Hm, you are the right colour for the cat..." she mused as they reached the food table, waiting for some space to be cleared, "but seeing as I'm a bakeneko, I suppose I'm the delivery girl and the mascot all rolled into one! Gosh, it's a hard life."

Tambre was glad when the gathering was over. She sat down on one of the log benches and took a plate, gathering some of the hotdogs and various other food items. She leaned back, taking a couple bites. She was glad the sky was clear tonight and that she could catch sight of the stars above them, it had been much too long since she last went star gazing, though the stars were slightly different here than what she remembered back home.

"You are doing fine." Nashira tried to encourage him. She took his hands once again as she continued to dance. It wasn't until the music stopped and the others returned with the food that she came down from her dancing high. She realized, after a moment, that she had sort of forced Callixtus to dance, and maybe he hadn't wanted to?

Quickly letting go of Callixtus's hands, she stared at him owlishly. "I'm sorry. This was probably really rude of me." She actually felt bad. She couldn't recall ever being so... assertive. "It's just that dancing is so much fun, and more fun with other people, and Azure's playing was so nice, and everyone else was doing something..." She was babbling a little. After a deep breath, she stopped talking. "...W... maybe we should eat before it gets cold." Well, that was possibly the most foolish thing she'd done in... well, ever. She covered her face before plopping down on the ground near Azure, a few paces away from the gray dryad whom she didn't know. Oh crap! There had been a stranger! She made a fool of herself, and possibly forced Callixtus to feel foolish too.

T’kani watched all of the wood gatherers slowly make their way back to the camp, bouncing slightly when the familiar Fey appeared, tilting her head slightly at how she seemed to be clinging to the lamp. She figured that being from the Above would help the situation, but darkness is darkness apparently.

She tried to smile at Naosu’s question, having had similar luck with the tents.
I put some of them up, but it must have taken more effort that I thought. Towards the end I had such bad luck… Glad it’s done.
She brushed some more dirt off of her clothes to demonstrate, glad that she had opted to wear pants instead of her usual skirts.

Motioning behind her towards the center of the camp, she was about to continue, but realized that her friend might not be able to ‘hear’ her in the dark like this. Not to mention standing out by the edge of the woods probably wasn’t a terrific time. Instead, she stepped up to the Fey and gave her a quick hug, then took her free hand and gestured towards the camp again as a silent invitation to head back.