Silver took the proffered hand and pulled himself to his feet with an exaggerated groan. He brushed the wrinkles from his suit and then offered his arm to Gaura. He's sure there was grass stuck to his back and maybe even in his hair, but he didn't mind (usually, Silver is very particular about his appearance). Plenty of people laid in the grass to stare up at the stars right along with them. Nothing scandalous there.

"Do you think it's too late to cook something?"