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[color=00FCD8]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Campground
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By the time Marco rang the breakfast bell, Aster had put himself back together. It was fine, this was fine, he was fine (well, better the fine. Perfect really), and even this stupid little camp was [i]fine[/i]. Aster helped bring food out and got the table laid out, doing his best to set it nicely with the quality of supplies, and waited for the rest to swarm. Aster cut himself a piece of quiche and a piece of bacon joined, toast and milk alongside it. He settled in at the table, quite content to ignore the ramblings at the table when allegorical came up and the black cat thought it amusing to scare the table. 

[color=00FCD8]“Perhaps it's a more pleasant way to go than Dobb's killer. At least you may enjoy it.”[/color] Aster rolled his eyes at Demi's antics, alert cutting into the quiche and savoring it in small bites, an appreciative sigh between each. Aster had certainly enjoyed better breakfasts, but it was nice to have something warm and pleasant to break up the hardships he'd experienced so far. [color=00FCD8]“I told Marco, but I will be overseeing water sports during this trial we are experiencing. And Zeke, I found proper cleaning supplies in the kitchen so I'll get things in decent shape right after this. It won't be comfortable, but at least we won't die of malaria or some other gods forsaken disease.”[/color]