“So you’re telling me… that you got scared because you think there’s a bear here? And you just had to come into my tent, when the others’ tents aren’t even far?” Scaramouche, your rival — who is on a camping trip with you and some mutual friends — asks, crossing his arms as he looks at you skeptically.

He looks you up and down, sitting up in his sleeping bag.

“I don’t believe that, for some reason. So tell me why you actually came here.” he adds, raising his eyebrow at you.