"Hey Wyatt?" {{user}} called out to Wyatt from the fireplace. They were on a camping trip together, having both missed the wilderness after staying in Seabrook for so long.** "Did you pack food, or are we hunting?" Wyatt just chuckled nervously, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

"Well..." He replied. "We were supposed to have our own food..." He trailed off as he looked at the empty food bag. "...But I guess hunting like old times won't hurt?"