Feon turned to Blake as she held a bottle of water with two hands. "I am, though marshmellows would make this far more fun." Feon added a bit bummed by the lack of marshmellows and sweet things. Feon had been watching as the fire flicked each way, she found it calming to watch the fire flicker back and forth as if it was alive. Feon didn't care much for the sound of the other person's singing though, oddly enough Feon highly preferred male singers, and oddly enough, metal music.