Beth shakes her head, her knees pulled up nearly to her chest. "It just seems like we should be doing something like that, since we have a campfire."

Fires lost their novelty at home, even if there were still times they really felt like the stuff of bonfire nights and camping. Ghost stories did, too, with real monsters lurking in the woods. But here, she only knows one person, and the orange glow of the flames is almost gentle against the snow. It feels safe to Beth, despite the knowledge that it isn't. Not really.

"I'm Beth," she offers after a moment, since it sounds like they're probably not going to get too far on the subject of ghost stories alone.