If he'd had any doubts about their lack of actual observance of the meetings, Princess Luna's idea of his camp put those to rest. His tent was oversized, and looked to be made out of bricks, and his dining fly was a camping pavilion. He and Lyra sat on wooden planks and passed their lunch across a wood table.  Luna was clearly putting her own spin on the events—no doubt from a briefing she’d received—filling in the details of what she assumed his camp looked like.