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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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Yes, we did! [Laughs] Nice to meet you, too, Tsuna.

Again.

Mm. Are you enjoying the trip?

And then it kills us all so we can never tell.

What else do you know to make?

Pretty much anything. I make a mean green eggs and ham.

Green eggs?

Green eggs. The ham's green too.

...But it's not rotten. I get asked that a lot.

Hoo hoo! There is more to telling than speaking, you know! If you take note of your findings, someone is sure to pick up your trail!

[Shakes his head a bit.]

I assumed that she was.

I confess to some surprise, though we have a long way to go yet.

Have you been on any of the previous expeditions?

[Dairine gives Tsuna a very cross look, because wth doesn't he get that she doesn't want him around?! But there's food, and she does feel a bit hungry.

...Fine. She takes the food with a muttered "thanks" that sounds terribly disingenuous. So much for good manners.]

Wow. ... Sounds like the sort of thing they'd come up with in Japan, back home. The Japanese are really good at fitting a lot of stuff into little spaces. D'you know -

[pausing to check his marshmallows - okay we're good, they aren't burning yet]

- they've got hotels where the whole room is basically just big enough to lie down in, and everyone just sort of stacks on top of each other, like shelves?

It depends on how hot the fire is. You've kinda got to keep an eye on 'em. [he picks his stick up from where he'd planted it in the sand while he fixed hers] Mine are aaaaaalllmost done. I like 'em just a little brown. Some people like to leave 'em in until they burn and get really, really crispy.

[he chuckles a little at her package opening fail, but it's good-natured. as ... well, pretty much everything else he ever does]

Yeah, it must be kind of hard to plan a trip when you don't even know how accurate your map is...

Well, we're definitely glad to have you along, then. [he grins, but it fades slowly] I hope we don't run into anything like that again, though. I'm ... not really the greatest in a fight, unless it's against a demonic entity or something like that.

Integra? That's a really pretty name, I like it. [he finishes off the stick and holds it out to her with a smile] How long've you been here?

Yeah ... I really hope we don't run into something as big as that worm in the Libet tunnels, but ... if wishes were horses and all that, right?

[He actually laughs a little at that, looking at him sidelong.]

Stantz, I think you just did what scholars call "jinxing it."

[absolutely crestfallen, here, with a dash of horrified:] Oh, no! I hope not ...!

[Haha, oh no!! Hellboy laughs some more, shaking his head.]

No -- I'm joking.

[He points at his face with a giant stone finger.]

It's hard to tell, but this is smiling for me. I'm kidding.

[He leans back just slightly from the look and blinks-- jeez, it's like she's glaring daggers at him-- but then he offers her a little smile when she takes the food.]

It's no problem.

[And then he sits-- giving Dairine her space, of course-- before eating his soup quietly. He's not even going to attempt to engage this one, as she's got anger and other unpleasant emotions virtually rolling off her. He'd rather not be killed with a look, thank you.]

Why is it green?

I'm sure that'd be super comforting to me while I'm dead.

Oh wait. No it won't.

You know, I have absolutely no idea. It just is.

...And people pay money to sleep like that? Don't get get claustrophobic?

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