With a loud explosion and a cloud of smoke Henrietta's 'bedroll' lifted itself into an upright position and unfolded like some monstrous metal morning flower before collapsing back down into a small. easily portable box. Bending down, her armour and equipment shiny and polished as if she'd spent the entire night cleaning them rather than just sleeping in them, the dwarf quickly plucked her bedroll up[ off the floor and dropped it into her pack.

Moving over to the wagon she hoisted the large bag up over the side, making sure the delicate contraptions inside were secure before turning her attention to her battle harness. Grumbling to herself she reached down to her belt and pulled out a screwdriver, moving it to tighten something up under her elbow for a moment before straightening out her limb, testing its mobility.

Seemingly satisfied the artificer tucked her tool away again before stepping up beside the firepit with a smile. [color=c99900]"So, what's for breakfast?"[/color] She asked merrily, her magnifying eyepiece locking down into place as she examined the array of pots and pans simmering over the waning embers. Dipping her finger carefully into a large vat of something brown and bubbling she jammed the digit quickly into her mouth before beaming a wide and joyful smile. [color=c99900]"Mmm, Rat au vin. My favourite."[/color]

Reaching down Henrietta seemingly materialised a large spoon and bowl from somewhere about her person, serving herself up a generous helping of the mud-colored gruel before finding a comfortable place to sit overlooking the sea below. The weather seemed to be holding out well, with a slight chill quickly giving way to the warm sunshine as the first rays danced on the distant horizon, and the Siren bobbed merrily on the rising tide while Henrietta made short work of her food, before once again vanishing her implements away to wherever they'd appeared from in the first place.