Man, camping is terrible. Bash is pretty certain that he was supposed to be done with camping now that he'd served his time in Outdoor Education - but, nope. Here we are. Back in a questionably constructed tent in the middle of the bug-infested wilderness.

Good times, guys. Good times.

He's prodding half-heartedly through the contents of his backpack when Lucas speaks and his hand shoots out easily enough, palm open and facing upward. "I'll take her if you're playin' something. Me and Danny are cool."