"We're giving ourselves a break." Nathaniel leans in for a quick kiss. "It'll just be us. Nobody will be waiting on us, and nobody will bother us.

The tent Nathaniel has prepared on is on the outskirts of camp, well away from occupied tents. Nathaniel sweeps aside the tent flap to reveal his work.

In the gloaming light, the tent is lit up golden with candlelight. A bright red rug, threadbare but still good, is on the floor, along with their mattress and a good number of pillows. A small table has wine, fruit, and cheese, and lightweight, boldly colored fabric is draped along the walls to add a touch of luxury.