[ Of the three of them, Claude's always been the one most likely to suffer least from an early hour thanks to a long held preference to wake up with the rising sun. Summers in the desert mean plentiful sunshine - possibly to the birthday boy's dismay considering that also means heat's not far to follow behind as the occasional dry breeze promises - but as he sits with his back propped up against one side of the wagon, it's easy to turn his face towards the light to bask in it for a minute.

But after that, it's right back to looking at the bags piled around them. ]

Should we expect to find a five course meal packed away in here somewhere? I think one of us might've brought the whole loft along.

[ No comment on who 'one of us' might be even if they all know who the bags he's teasing about belong to; a grin's stretched over his face as he says it since he's fully expecting playful dramatics to follow in a routine long followed. From either one of them, really, though it's just a matter of who answers first. In the meantime, Claude extends a leg to nudge one of Sylvain's with the toe of his boot. ]

Don't think we're about to make you cook on your own birthday either. This is all about treating you, after all.