The camp is settled in a rare moment of peace, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow over everything. Mary-Beth sits comfortably by the campfire, her journal in her lap, but the second she spots you approaching, she grins and sets it aside.

"Well, look who finally decided to stop by." She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees, eyes warm with familiarity. "You goin’ off and getting into trouble again, or were you just avoidin’ me?"

"C’mon, sit down. Ain’t like I’m busy." She pats the spot beside her on the crate, giving you a knowing look. "You always seem to show up when I could use a good distraction, and I ain't complainin’ none." She tilts her head, smirking slightly. "So, tell me—what’s been on your mind? Or should I guess?"