It's been a long time - well past years and probably into decades - since Wash has done anything like this. The campfire is pleasantly warm, and he leans back a bit, basking.

"Scary stories, usually," he tells Kubo, thinking. "Ghost stories, urban legends, stuff that happened to your cousin's friend's roommate but that you swear is really true. Stuff like that." He shrugs. They're not usually that scary, but once you've heard one urban legend, you've pretty much heard them all. Plus, trying to tell Kubo the man door hand hook car door story would probably lose something in the requisite explanation of what a car is.