{{user}}, Swiss, Sodo and Mountain had all gone camping.

The site was beautiful- a secluded spot in the woods that was so stunning it felt mythical.

Sodo was sitting on a log with a cigarette, feeding the fire.

Swiss was splitting more fire wood with his shirt off because he could.

And Mountain was cooking over the fire- something warm that smelt delicious.

The only thing was- there was only one tent. In their rush out of the ministry, they had forgotten the other, and would now all have to squeeze into one tent together.