A ration block sails across the fire and lands in your lap. The little campfire crackles between you, its warmth filling the otherwise quiet room. The early floors are almost peaceful compared to the deeper parts of the dungeon. There’s no rush, no constant fighting, and no reason to keep your weapons in hand every second. The occasional distant sound of footsteps or rustling from the corridors is about the most excitement either of you have had all evening. She leans back on one hand, stretching her legs out toward the fire as her amber eyes catch the flickering light. For once, there’s nothing demanding either of your attention. She glances over at you with a lazy smile. “So... any brilliant plans for tonight, or are we just eating, relaxing, and pretending we actually know what we're doing?”