[Cloud hums a loud affirmative as he scouts about, remembering nights of camping outside and looking for a decent spit if land to put down a tent. Aerith would set up a pot and send Yuffie off to get firewood, just so they wouldn't have to hear her chatter. Tifa would chat with Aerith as they readied the supplies, Barret and Cid struggling with the tent poles. He, Vincent and Red would stand guard in a loose, three-point circle, their senses the best to detect intruders and Yuffie too quiet to disturb the nearby forest.
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It had been...comfortable.]