<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>Slipping into the sleeping bag, Lucas rolled onto his front and wriggled to face the fire, nipping off scraps of skin and meat off the frog in tiny bites. Each time his tongue darted out to wipe grease from his lips. "I have to say, it's nice to meet up with kind people for once. Like... I've met a lot of okay people? Some good people. Some nice people. But. I dunno. Maybe I'm just starting to ramble at this point." He rested his face in the crook of his arm, the sudden drop in tension and the warmth doing a number on him.<br/><br/>"We'd better keep an eye out for places to search then. If this tub runs, we'll need fuel. Maybe some more clothes if we are lucky. Seemed like such a minor thing at first before you realise how quick constant wear makes holes." He smiled at Arlene. "And while you could probably rock the look, it doesn't help keep us all warm and alive. Man, one time I had a belt go as I was trying to run. Lost a flashlight and a shovel as I had to hold up my pants just to not trip!" He laughed at memory, sucking a leg clean of meat, then flicking the bones and sinew into the fire.<br/><br/>"Never knew there was so much to amphibian cuisine! Then again, never had leave in Lousiana. So many places I never got to. Not much reason to go now, I guess?" A long shrug, he was clearly fading as he worried at his frog steadily. A small honest smile came out at Jim's discovery of the moon pie. "Tell you what, Jim. I'll give up my claim on that if you wash the dishes." Rolling over lazily, Lucas caught the sight of Arlene's tongue darting out, feeling a muted warmth even as he was starting to doze off. At her line about missing meat, he tried to laugh, choking on a bit of frog for a few seconds before settling down, giggling to himself.