"Raiding the refrigerator to stock up my camp," Magnus says, suiting action to word on the hunt for things easy to prepare over a campfire. He has an eye out for some of Heidrun's mead, too -- it's getting chilly enough outside for it to feel a little brisk even to him, though not enough for him to be truly affected by it -- and the mead, in addition to being energizing, is warming even when it's cold. "How's the baguette going?" He looks over his shoulder at what Enjolras has going on, but it mostly just looks like a bunch of dough.