"Nic," Quinn's voice was muffled and plaintive.
    "Mmhmm?" Nic responded turning the page of the book he was reading,
squinting to make out the faded spidery handwritting.
    "That light is distracting."
    "Sorry Quinn, I'll move over to the desk."  Nic bookmarked the page
he was currently reading and moved to get off the reverie couch they
were currently sharing.
    "No, just blow out the candle and read in the morning, please?"
    "But Quinn--"
    "I'll make it worth your while."  Quinn smiled up at him.
    Nic fiegned a sigh "Your appetites will kill me one day Quinn."
    "You never complain."
    "I'm usually occupied."  Nic said blowing out the candle and plunging 
the tent into darkness.
    "Well are you going to come here?"
    "Was there ever any doubt?"

--FIN--