The warmth of the fire was relaxing, even if the breeze kept occasionally blowing smoke back towards him, forcing him to stifle a few coughs in the fold of the blanket. The food was field-cooking, but he had gotten used to that years ago, and right now, just the smell of food itself was enough to fill him with anticipation.

He could tell he was starting to get a little stuffy, though - whether from the smoke, the onset of a cold, or, most likely, both. "Is there space to boil a bit of water there, too?" He had brought tea with him, and the steam would help.