"It's a nice spot," Davin agrees. "I'm glad that ya brought me, babe. It's gonna be a great weekend."

He watches James start to line up the tent pieces and grabs the diagram for assembly, studying it for a moment and then holding out a hand. His fingertips spark for a brief moment and then the poles start to slide through the dirt, lining up neatly. The stakes follow, lining up one after the other, and Davin looks over at James with a bright grin.

The tarp has metal grommets, and he pulls on those to unroll the tarp and spread it out across the flattest part of the clearing, making the place for their tent before lowering his hand and falling to his knees to pull the tent fabric over. "Okay, now for the hard part. You're gonna have t'show me how t'do this. Poles through these little loopies, aye?"