Putting up a tent was easy when you had more than one person. However, Maxwell was currently alone as Camden had gone to gather firewood and in haste he said he could set up the tent by himself. He had set up tents before, but it had never been something he had been particularly good at. At the moment, the young mutant was trying to push each stake into the designated slot so the tent wouldn’t fly away. It had already flown away twice and had it not been for his ability to construct walls of light, he and Camden would have been sleeping on the ground. His brow was furrowed in annoyance at his own inability to do this task alone and so with a sigh, three phantoms of light appeared around him. They went to work quickly on the tent and Maxwell decided to grab one of the food filled chest he had bought along and start working on dinner. Once the ghost of light had finished their task, they vanished. Max glanced up from the small pot of pasta that he was preparing to see Camden stepping back into view. “Welcome back,” he says with a smile. “How was finding wood? The tent is set up.... It flew away a few times though.”