"none for me thanks, while alcohol does in fact cause your body to send more blood to your extremities for a short while, it decreases core temperature for even longer. Given my struggle to keep warm already, I'm not going to punish myself more."
Camile poked his tounge out. "but of course, sir, I never said you weren't civilized... When not under the influence" he mumbled that last clause just loud enough to be made out properly and chuckled
"haha, oh Garth." Camile laughed. "you've been drunk every day since I've met you, I swear. A few days of sobriety will do you some good, if you ask me"
"thanks, but I need hot chocolate or something, I could not enjoy anything cold right now" he said, shivering. Camile unrolled his sleeping bag and climbed in. "Help yourself to that jerky though, it's Teriyaki, a personal favorite of mine"
"Oh I could eat." Camile said, pretending not to be irritated by the nickname Rigel seemed to have grown accustomed to using. "I've got some jerky, but nothing an herbivore would enjoy." He pulled a bag of the dried beef from his pack and sat down, as close to the fire as comfortably possible