I motion that we establish a rota for firewood.
Jay finds the first snake. It’s rubber. He punches it.
The helicopter banks hard. Below, a campfire pit shaped like a broken Doric column. Jungle vines hang over a sign reading: CAMP KOKKINONISI .
There. Medicinal oregano tea. Tastes like regret, but it’s wet.
You’re joking. I’ve got asthma, fam.
They drink. It’s disgusting. They laugh.