After whatever the heck happens with Five, he's gotten a fire started by now, and it's crackling pleasantly. He's taken up a station beside it, poking at it to build it up a little bigger to ward off the chill. It's so much colder then it ought to be tonight. He's got to do his best for this poor city boy coming out to the woods at night.

Despite having texted him earlier and knowing he was coming, he still tenses slightly at the sound of Luka's voice. There are a few ways this could go, he knows, and unfortunately he can only hope for the best right now.

"Over here, princess. You've got a straight shot to the fire," he says, wondering in this moment whether Luka will want his help finding a place to sit. Should he just help him anyway? God knows, he doesn't need the princess stepping into his fire pit. Ugh, he shakes his head, refusing to dwell on it for now.

"You brought a guitar...?"