Water's fine

“A water would be great, thanks.” you say, realizing that you haven't had anything to drink since you started setting up the camp.

Bruce tosses you a bottle of water, which you catch deftly. It's unopened, but you still check the seal just in case. This family seems nice enough, but it's always the quiet ones that end up being psychos. You crack open the cap and take a sip.

“Go ahead and take a load off,” Bruce says, gesturing to the campsite behind him. It's a little better set-up than your own, with a set of what look like foldable benches bordering the fire pit. You weigh your options. This doesn't seem like a bad way to spend the day, especially considering the rest of the group might not be back for some time...