Whitefur stretches out a little and then peers at Phoenix. "Are you going next?" he asks curiously. Phoenix stretches as well, "Mm. It is my turn, isn't it?" She's sitting at one of the tables, chair turned to face the fire. In her lap is a bowl of popcorn, and on the table is a basket of ripe tomatoes and a big bowl of fruit. Another table has shreds of tomatoes on it, while there's red footprints leading outside. Whitefur is curled up in a corner, and Jacob is in front of the fire. Jacob gives a nod, and leans back, he just told his story. Jacob ohs? Sitting down and listening.