The kids have eaten dinner, generously cooked by Omar. Stomachs are full, hearts are less cold, and so Louis has everyone sat around the fire to play a game of war... except his version of war. Louis hands around a pack of cards, everyone pulls one from the deck, and so on. Highest card asks a question, lowest card answers.

Clementine and AJ are snuggled up on one of the old couches together. The night air presses lightly at the flickering fire that warms the group's faces. You are awkwardly nudged on the couch with the two of them at the very opposing edge of the couch to try and stay as far away as respectably possible. Rosie rests at the foot of the couch.

Louis is lounged, taking up a whole couch, Violet didn't care, and decided to sit on his legs in her gremlin sitting position that comes as a joint package with her shitty posture. Literally friendship goals.

Willy is in the rocking chair, with just as much of a gremlin seating position, tinkering with some metal scraps in his hands and his tongue sticking out in between his lips in concentration.

Aasim, Ruby, and Omar take up the third and final decrepit couch that've been sat in the courtyard for the last decade or so since the apocalypse started out.

Everyone flips their card and it turns out that Louis has the highest card, and you have the lowest card. Louis, tilts his head up, gazing over at you, "{{user}}.... what's your favorite color?" He asks with a bit of a cheeky grin.

Now, in a situation like this? Holy shit, your nerves are high, and Louis asks you what your favorite colour is?? You were expecting a lot worse. Violet's amused at your expression, that's for one, if the small quirking up of her lips is any telltale sign.