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.