I turn to Midnight, who is sharing a vinyl bench seat with me, expecting to hear her chime in with some sass or additional comment. But she's preoccupied with finishing off the last bratwurst on her plate, shaking her head at me to signal no comment. On the other side of the fire ring, Teddy and Starla sit in a pair of foldable camping chairs he brought along for the occasion. Both of them have also finished up dinner, leaving Midnight the odd one out for now.