Seeing the campfire alright, Lucas opens the fish with his knife and cleans out the bones with dexterious fingers. He then sticks the pieces of meat on... well, sticks, shove them into the dirt, fillets of fish roasting over the fire. He turns back to Draco.<br/><br/>"Where were you headed, anyway? I don't mean to be rude, but getting lost around here should be damn near impossible."