(Quick)<br/><br/>Jake let his head fall a little and let out a slight bark of laughter.<span style="color: Green">“I’ll do my best then.  Can’t resist rescuing a damsel in distress.”</span>He said, an obvious laugh in his voice to go along with the statement, taking it as a joke as he held his hand out for the can, and took it when she handed it over.  With that he headed back to the camp, and his tent where his pack was.  Pulling that out of the inside of a tent that looked like it could fit one person comfortably, or two if they were very close.<br/><br/>After digging in the pack for a moment, he pulled out a pocket knife.  Taking the knife and the can, one he set on the ground, the other he unfolded for the blade to be extended.  That he took, to plunge into the can’s top to pierce.  Once it was in he sawed it along the edge before prying the top open.<span style="color: Green">“There.  Open.  Now if you want it to be warm, I have a small grill stand to put it over the fire.  I’ll do that if you share some with me.” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>