"You do have to worry about rolling over into the campfire, though. I was travelling with an Adventurer that happened to, once." Sven smirked. "Luckily it was mostly embers and he just got lightly singed."

He spun Samata again, catching her by the hand. "Hell, you could always join me! What do you say? Pilfer some bedding from the train, lift some drinks from somewhere, and sit and watch the darkness creep in until all that's left is the glow of the campfire and the stars overhead..."

He paused, flushing just a little in the light of the fire. Did that sound too much like a come-on? "I mean," he dashes to amend himself, smiling at her awkwardly. "It wouldn't need to be just us, either. If you have any friends who'd want to camp with us then all the better for singing camp songs with."