Hemingway was a man who was at his most comfortable in the great outdoors, and he could happily sit by a bonfire and talk, and eat, and laugh every night. It was clear that he had come well prepared, and that he knew what he was doing.
Rather than bringing a thermos of coffee, he was brewing it in a pot over one of the smaller fires. While that was going, he'd got out a skillet to start frying some bacon. That was to go with the pancakes - he'd prepared a dry pancake mix earlier. Some water added to that now and he could cook up a nice stack to share around.
He'd noticed Dan earlier on, and given him a nod and a wave before he'd starting cooking. Now, with his work done and everything plated up, he headed over to him and held out a plate to him. "Can I tempt you?"