"Yep, definitely flashy," Lee commented as Zimmy set off her fireworks show, and flashed a thumbs up. "Nicely done. Though your landing could've been better, you've had [i]waaaay[/i] better wipeouts in the past." Zimmy's not-so-graceful landing was why Theta then began to say how she wouldn't heal anyone who got themselves hurt, which Lee could only raise an eyebrow at. It wasn't as if he completely knew her, but still, he couldn't imagine her not taking the opportunity to show off her on-field healing capabilities, though maybe "show off" wasn't really the correct phrasing here. Besides, seeing as Zimmy was her friend she'd probably be at her side in a heartbeat if she was ever seriously injured.

"I'm up for a spooky ghost summoning party," Lee replied to Theta when she brought it up, "But...I don't think anyone here specializes in spirit channeling. Besides you, I think Trent and Gal are the only other ones with an impressive enough connection to the Mist to be able to take a shot at it, but they're kind of busy being productive right now." He himself hadn't even lifted a finger to help yet, he was too lazy for that, but everyone else was fine doing all the work so it was all good. And, let's be real here: nobody expected him to pull his equal weight on this trip. Though that made him wonder why he even was invited, he didn't bring much to the table besides his humor and amazing personality (if he did say so himself), unless everyone was just friendly enough with him to want to bring him along regardless. If that was it, well, he supposed he'd take it.

Soon after this, Gideon called for everyone to gather around a campfire he'd made. Thank God someone had the bright idea to get a fire going, he hadn't been looking forward to dying of frostbite during the night.

"About time, you took so long I thought you were gonna make us freeze our asses off all night," Lee grinned as he took a spot beside the campfire, "And sorry Princey, but you can't blame me for all the good stuff running dry. Believe it or not, Trent's one hell of a drinker, I couldn't get more than a swig out of the Winter Coat before he took it back. And with Setzer and Zimmy here too, I'm surprised we didn't run out of drinks on the way here. But no worries, I came prepared." He still had a trick up his sleeve, or in this case in his jacket. He reached inside of it, and pulled out a rather large and almost full bottle of expensive-looking vodka.

"Ta-dah, or whatever! This is some of the good shit: Black Onyx, agely fined and everything." He blinked, then laughed a bit, having meant to say "finely aged". "A-Anyway, I took it from some party Setzer dragged me to. Somebody only took one shot then basically left it alone all night, so I figured what the hell, I'll take it. I've been saving it for a night like this ever since." He offered it up as he added, "So, who wants the official first-but-technically-second drink?"