[SE] bonfire cries and fireflies

it's not your fault that you're always wrong

"Plenty of company where I am, thanks," comes Jack's drawling reply, and he shakes the bottle at Aurelia as if to inform her that he's just fine. He does glance around towards the edge of the beach, though, like Zephyr should be turning up whenever he remembers in his old-man head that he's got somewhere to be.

As he glances back, watching Saiden with his seabird and Melita with her shells, a fluffy cat, black as pitch, hops over the log he's sitting on to prowl towards the group. "Oh fuck off," Jack tells the feline - something which she, of course, ignores.

Indeed, she ends up sitting presumptuously on Aurelia's knee, sniffing at her plate of food and fixing her with big yellow eyes. "Lights," she says, clear as a bell.