[Oh yeah, picture. Good, she remembered. He takes the camera in one hand and holds her close with the other, his arm around her waist, then smiles for the shot - though he winks at just the last second, because what's a regular smile for if instead he can be cocky about how good he has it? Here they are, on top of the world (or at least, some rocky foothills), enjoying the sunrise after a wild, wonderful night.

He chuckles quietly as he hands the camera back, then lights himself a cigarette to work on while he waits for the water to boil. He flicks embers out into the sky, watches them drift with the sunbeams.]

So, you got breakfast in that bag? I didn't see what you wound up grabbing. An' then I'll tell you the shit I said I would, too, just general stuff to start learning before we get back home.