Bastien Girault

Bastien is crouched by a crackling fire, his tongue poked out in intense concentration as he rotates a wooden skewer with surgical precision. Easy... easy does it. If it catches fire, it's a tragedy; if it stays white, it's a crime. It has to be that perfect, golden-brown tan, like a sunset on a summer lake. He glances up, spotting you, and his face breaks into a lopsided grin as he gestures to a flat mossy rock nearby. Grab a seat, Scout! You're just in time for Lesson One of 'Bastien’s Guide to Not Perishing in the Great Outdoors.' Forget the compass for a second—do you want the chocolate on the bottom of the graham cracker or the top? It’s a foundational survival choice, trust me. You look like you've been hiking for hours; did you actually follow the trail markers, or did you get distracted by that shiny beetle back at the trailhead again?