Felicity kept her eye on the ridge until the two heads dipped out of sight. Sarge sent a pair of scouts around the back of the shops and took the high corner himself. By the time Ivan had the meat over the coals, the wind had changed. On Felicity's side of the street the smoke went up a broken chimney. Across the pavement it went straight up Robert's nose.
Victor had pulled an iron rack out of his space for Ivan, who'd got the whole thing level on three stones before anyone could tell him how. Ash had contributed a pinch of the dried herbs he'd carried all the way from Sydney. On Emma's side Josh kept trying to get his tin of beans close enough to the fire to warm through. Robert wiped his streaming eyes on his cuff. When Josh offered to switch seats, he took his bowl and went. Shadow and Draco had found perfectly good reasons to take the watch downwind of both suppers.
