"Thanks. I haven't done that in..." Wash shakes his head and blinks. He doesn't actually have a defined time for the last time he built a fire - it predates Epsilon by quite a bit. Not being able to remember the specifics of something is unfamiliar (and, admittedly, kind of nice sometimes). "Forever, I think." He stands up, picks up one of the sticks he'd gathered, and heads to the rocks, taking a seat near Nita. The stick's too big for smaller kindling and too small to work as a log, but it might be just right for cooking. He pulls his knife out and starts whittling the stick to a point. (He's pretty sure "put it on a stick against a fire and see what happens" is not how one is supposed to cook shark steaks, but fuck it, he doesn't exactly have any better ideas.) "Really. What'd candy do to you?"