“Heh. I’m glad— My uncles always try to get me to go hunting with them when I was in America. I’d usually just sit in the back of the truck and shoot at bottles they’d set up, in the end. Don’t have the nerve for hunting. Animals are just too beautiful in my opinion, y’know?
I think that’s supposed to be lucky, a deer crossing through your campgrounds. Some sort of Finnish myth, I think.”
Man, the exultory way Hakuba’d said it was… really sweet. And it was nice to know he shared the appreciation for nature.
"Cooking, and bonfires in general, top my list on favorite things about camping. Which is probably a good thing, because I usually end up making the meals anyhow. What’d roast up this time?”
“Lucky, is it? I thought it was quite fortunate, at any rate. And, ah, I completely understand about the hunting… We never waste the things that we hunt, but it’s always such a shame to me. To bring down an animal in its prime…"
He shook his head, grateful for the change in topic.
"We, ah, just did the usual. Hot dogs, marshmallows, bacon, toast… though, I suppose we did end up roasting twinkies, as well. I don’t know why but it did seem to make them more palatable…"