Jason may not have planned for it, but Hal knows exactly what a camping trip requires that one can't leave to the teenagers to bring along.

So when everyone piles in by the campfire, there's a cooler off to the side of where he's sitting, and Hal's got a bottle in one hand and the other digging through the pocket of his bomber jacket. "I knew I forgot something." But no bottle opener, no problem, because making himself one is easy and if it's glowing bright green and made out of energy, who cares? It still gets the job done.

If any of his fellow token adults want a beer or three, he's happy to oblige; if any of the teenagers do, they're out of luck.