You feel a light sting on your cheek, slightly stirring you from your sleep. It stings again, and then one more on your closed eye. You flinch and sit up, opening your eyes, turning your head just in time for one to land in your yawning mouth. Laughter echoes around the camp from your comrades as you quickly cough up a small pebble. You look up to see Rika, with a handful of pebbles, preparing to launch another one before perking up, “Oh! Good morning!” She tosses the pebbles behind her and descends from her tree, swinging down by the fire, scooping a gruel of some kind out of a pot and putting it in a metal bowl. She presses it against your chest, “Wakey wakey, eggs and… Well it’s not bakey, it’s bugs guts.” She chuckles and pushes you over, forcing herself some room next to you in your sleeping bag, “Any dreams? Was I in any of them?”