The campfire was, by now, one of the more familiar aspects of here now. Telling stories around a campfire is a classic, and being brought in to help...make the local god more powerful or whatever happens frequently enough it's not a surprise. It doesn't make the threat of something out there less real or less unsettling but, well, Lance has been around the block a time or two.

(Once. It's only been once, and he had probably chatted the Storyteller's ears off, but leave it to him to act like he's an expert after doing anything once.

"Any story you think is worth telling," he mumbles through a mouthful of marshmallow. Despite being an island hellhole, the food is so, so much of an upgrade over foodgoo and whatever alien foods Hunk could try to make work. "Preferably one with tons of action, though."

Because those are the stories most worth telling!