He greeted her with a big smile. Sven's complexion was warmed by the orange light of the fire, which crackled heartily. He fed another log of firewood into its burning body to sustain it, dusting off his hands as he moved over to greet Samata properly.

"I'm glad you agreed to join me, camping out under the stars is much better with company. Can I get you a drink?" He dipped down next to the array of bottles he'd procured--some snaffled from the kitchen, some donations from party-goers who were turning in for the night--and squinted at the labels.

"We've got, uh...rum, cider, beer that comes in those metal container things, pina colada mix...whatever that is. A couple of juices, too. I just grabbed whatever I could get my hands on."