So many new people joined the little gaggle around the campfire that Spectra was honestly a bit intimidated, but the feeling only lasted a moment or two.  She was soon able to gather enough of her barings to speak again.  "Quite the collective we have here.  It's interesting how primal we still are as humans.  We see a fire and think 'food, warmth, comrads' and so we go in search of it.  That isn't to say we haven't evolved ourselves, but that those urges still arise in us."<br/><br/>She set Thomas  askew in her lap and he jostled uncomfertabley, but she soon had her bag caddy-corner to her side and was riffling through it.  She withdrew a small blue blanket and made a little nest on the round of it for Thomas to nestle in.  That done, she withdrew what looked like a tripod made of wire, a metal pitcher and a little box.  "Would anyone like some coco?  Or I have coffee, but I wager that's best for in the morning. I have a few cups, but just three. You're all welcome to have some though."<br/><br/>She stood, pulling the bag around to face her and unfacening the canteen from the front pocket.  She filled the pitcher and put a healthy dose of coco mix in the top.  She then closed it and shook it liberally, holding her hand over the spout.  Spectra unfolded the wire tripod and put it virtually in the fire, casting it there to avoid being burnt.  She placed the pitcher on top in the little hoop and sat back down.<br/><br/>"This system works pretty well, but I can't remove the stand until the fire's put out, and I use a tea towl to touch the handle. But it's great for cooking too. I can put a frying pan on it, but not much bigger than that."