"Yep. I'll have a look," said Kiri. "Here, Emiliano." She gave the body of the guitar one last, longing pat, than, carefully, handed it over to the boy. With a sigh, she got up and stretched. Her spine crackled satisfactorily. She turned to look upwards. There were no stars out yet, or maybe Kiri couldn't see them because of the fire, but the dark sky excited her immensely for some reason. She was going to sleep beneath it tonight! Feeling happier than she'd had in a long time - probably even better than when she'd heard that the floods in the school were receding - she practically bounced to the basket and, kneeling down next to it, inspected its contents.

There was a ton of marshmallows, as Mr Masterson and Vanessa had said. In a second partition, a variety of bottles were stacked on top of each other. Kiri pulled one out and held it against the light of the fire. Pumpkin juice. The smell of the marshmallows was terribly seductive. Kiri looked around furtively, then simply grabbed the entire basket and pulled it towards the spot where she, Vanessa and Emiliano were sitting. "Here... we... go..." she said, letting herself fall onto her sleeping bag. "Marshmallows and pumpkin juice."