I'm still just thinking of those eye packs my mum used to wear to bed, sometimes. ( Ellie does not appreciate the finer points of vigilante wear, apparently.

And, quite matter-of-fact: ) I know girls that swear a shearing shed is the best place for a bit of mucking around, but I don't think there was any actual sheep about. Just a bed of highest quality Merino wool.

( Finally she opens the packet of marshmallows, skewering a couple and offering them to Steph, before grabbing the other skewer, more marshmallows.
It doesn't feel right, she knows it. She's got an inkling Steph knows, and probably then Steph knows that she knows, and none of these things are good. ) Better than tents, anyway. Getting a rock sticking into your back can kind of ruin the moment.