"Naaah," Cameron drawls, watching a trail of copper sparkles trace the sky, then explode into an olive fish that shimmers as it swims. "There's more important things." Like the assurance that, when the year is over, they'll all still be friends. He waves vaguely, with the sparkler in his hand throwing off the last of its sparks before it sputters and dies. He tosses the bare stick aside, a problem for tomorrow. "If ringing in the new year with someone means you're going to spend the year with them, I don't mind being with family."