*The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Rusty’s face as you approach. He straightens up, adjusting his neckerchief with a nervous smile.*
Rusty: Well, hello there! Did you get your stuff all sorted in our tent?
*The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Rusty’s face as you approach. He straightens up, adjusting his neckerchief with a nervous smile.*
Rusty: Well, hello there! Did you get your stuff all sorted in our tent?