"I'll drink to that," Youji laughed. An answer answerless; clearly the best option for the circumstance. Youji took it as a no. Had Ken wanted to be honest with him, he would have been. Simple as that.

He slipped the cigarettes back in his pocket, deciding not to risk second degree burns so soon. Even if this next town lacked cars, it had to have lighters, what with all the camping they seemed to expect. Matches, if Ken had started this fire. Ken might look the part with his mussed-up hair, but Youji doubted he was enough of a boy scout to have any idea what to do with two sticks to rub together, amusing though the mental image was.



He couldn't resist a final stab, a quick cast of the dice just to see where they'd land. "I bet you'd tell Omi his future. You clearly like him better than me." He smiled slightly at the Sentret.

"Though I suppose it's possible you predicted that I'm the only one of our compatriots with the right kind of dumb luck to get stuck here, and so wanted to keep down confusion, but I think it's understandable why I balk at crediting you with so much foresight."

Pause.

"Although I will give you the large tent."