"Of course..." Draping an arm around their shoulder and bringing them close, they reveled in the light of the brazier, but soon found himself hankering for something more. Most of what they'd brought wasn't food, as Adrian insisted they would likely have supplies available. What he hadn't accounted for was how many people would be showing up, and the campgrounds running out of essentials. Though he thought the Scoutmaster seemed like a hippie who'd rather everyone ate nuts and berries.

"Oh, hey there." It seems they have company.

As if the stars had aligned, he and Rowan are fatefully confronted by Gavin and Temp as they settle into their camp, which are adjacent to one another. It's only for the fact that Adrian tends to mind his business that he hadn't noticed, and although he's put ill at ease, Gavin quickly gets him to come around at the mention of the wine.

"Is it Moscato?" Adrian allows himself to wonder over to the icebox in search of his quarry, Rowan tugged along at his side. But even with the substance pouring down his gullet and into his gut, his hunger remains unabated, his stomach grumbling loudly. "I'll have some marshmallows." They hardly satisfy on their own, but they are enough to hold him over. The Volcarona behind them flits happily around the fire, drawn to it as a moth to a flame, when he considers another friend who might delight in the chance to have liberty of the campgrounds. A Teddiursa emerges, looking right at home.

"Hey buddy, why don't you find us some food?" Trusting its nose would find them something, it went merrily along its way to PICKUP either some berries or nuts from the nearby woods—or perhaps to steal a hot dog or two, were it able to avoid detection.

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Gavin's also not a huge fan of marshmallows, but he hadn't thought to bring any food along with the drinks. There was plenty of wild forage this time of year, as Tempest Quinn has told him, so he figured they'd get by on what they could find.

Seemed the Scoutmaster had a similar idea in mind.

As Aster addresses the gathered campers, Gavin nudges the cooler closer to Rowan Wrynn with his foot and answers Adrian Malcolm with a nod.

"Yeah, actually. Had to pick something that wouldn't suffer too much riding in the cooler."

He pulls the second bottle out and sets it between himself and Tempest Quinn.

"This one dragged me out," he says of Temp, but there's a fondness in his tone. "Never did a whole lot of camping as a kid." Circhester was too fucking cold for that.

As Adrian Malcolm's Teddiursa is urged toward the trees, Gavin's Escavalier joins in. It could HEADBUTT the trees to convince them to release their bounty for the little bear to pick up — though they'd soon find themselves contending with a Skwovet stuffing its cheek pouch full of their spoils.

Back by the fire, Gavin takes a swig from the wine before holding it out to Tempest Quinn.

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"Hm?" Some kid with a broken leg had walked up to their merry gang to give greetings, if you could call it that. He's not exactly partial to Rowan being called a bugger, but he makes no protest. Instead what escapes his lips is the guffaw at their selective phrasing. "Pfft-ha!" He takes a moment to remember himself; gain composure.

He doubts Rowan is as amused, so he directs his attention to a question:

"...So, who's the kid?" Adrian wasn't one to hang around kids for obvious reasons; they cramped his style. Acting for posterity, setting good examples, blah blah blah. It just wasn't meant for him. Not to mention he didn't need to be caught with dope while a minor stood by. He swished around the contents of his drink before dipping it back.

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