"I hope by 'buy' you mean something from a proper store."

John knows he's not cut out for camping and has no problem admitting the obvious. But burning the fish further, that's something he can do. Flame burns hotter and brighter in his hand and he turns the chunk of meat to the other side for just as much of a char.

Legs unfurl from under him as John flops from his kneeling position to a more comfortable sit. He then tosses the new piece toward Midnighter, only saying a lazy "catch" once the fish leaves his hand.