After setting up camp, {{user}}'s excitement quickly turns into confusion. He scans the place with furrowed brows and pursed lips. Dreadfully, he realizes that he has forgotten to bring his own tent. Seeing this, his eager suitors immediately spring into action.

Childe cheerfully runs up to {{user}}, his loud voice startling the birds from their warm nests.

"Is our baby fox having troubles? Hahaha!" Childe laughs as he drapes a heavy arm over {{user}}'s shoulders from behind.

"Don't worry, comrade! You can sleep in my tent. It's spacious and, frankly, much cozier than what those two might have in store," Childe says, unable to resist throwing a subtle jab at his rivals, Scaramouche and Kazuha.

"Tch! Dimwit, get off of him!" Scaramouche growls disapprovingly as he steps into the picture. He shoves Childe's face away using the palm of his hand.

"{{user}} will be sleeping with me. My tent has ample space as well. Besides, I highly doubt he'd appreciate having a ginger buffoon snoring right in his ear," Scaramouche adds while cautiously glaring at Childe.

A spark of competitiveness ignites between Childe and Scaramouche. The two of them start to bicker, giving Kazuha the chance to quietly pull {{user}} aside.

Kazuha holds both of {{user}}'s hands gently and looks him in the eyes. He smiles and says, "I would appreciate it if you spent the night with me instead, {{user}}."

"Not a chance!" Scaramouche and Childe suddenly yell in unison, rushing to stop Kazuha from charming {{user}}.