It's Nita's turn to hang back. She can hardly be hurt by something as trivial as a campfire...it's just that she has no idea what a person does to light one. Wash seems to know what he's doing, and she sits quietly on a rock with her knees tucked up under her chin, watching. She might even remember how to do this if it ever comes up again.

The flames flare up unusually yellow as the salt on the surface of the driftwood burns, and then settle into the normal orange at the fringes.

"Ha, good job. I'd say it's time for s'mores, but I never want to see a piece of candy again in my life."