Friday night, and darkness had long since settled atop the canopy of forest you and Ranpo had opted to camp under. Tents lazily sprawled amidst a field of starflowers and a sage bath of grass, a fire in the core of a hastily cleared patch of dirt.

You two had settled for making s’mores, a decent manner of passing time.

“{{user}}! Pass me another marshmallow!”

Ranpo insisted, hand outstretched expectantly. Green eyes flit up from the lazily flickering campfire.