[ Life is so much nicer in joggers and a tee, freshened up with a few wet-wipes before he rejoins the group for dinner, true camping chic. It's natural for his hand to gravitate around the base of a horn and spread his fingers out into a nest of curls, lightly rubbing around the base as Molly dozes, filling his belly. ]

Pumat's amazing, I love his character so much. There was a new guy who went by the King Who Crawls, did you see him? Weird slimy fellow.

[ A discussion breaks out over whether the worm-king is a crew plot to stir drama, with Fjord zoning out halfway to place a kiss on the horn leaning on his knee. That's when Yasha, more tactful than all three of them around the stove combined, asks Caduceus if he would take a walk around the camp and introduce her to some more people; Fjord shares a grateful look with her, something simmering in his blood kicking up a notch as he washes down his hotdog with a beer. Once those two have wandered off, he sits up and gives Molly's shoulder a squeeze. ]

Hey, uh. Do you want to hang out for a bit in my tent?

[ Subtle as a brick. ]