"Oh, yes, we've got a lot of those." Tristan had always liked them, too; he'd spent more than his fair share of nights outside. They were better, he thought, out in the mountains, but ... here in the dark open land near the coast, they were nothing to sneeze at. "Stars, fields ... cows, actually ..." He lost of track of the rest. He twisted around a bit to look down at her, shadowed by the fire. He had, not for the first time, the distinct impression that she was better at this than he was. She was definitely improving his surroundings, that much was indisputable.
"Well, you'll all get the hang of it," he responded a little feebly. Right, conversation. "Is he? I hadn't heard that he was working there now. That's - awfully impressive, I guess. I mean, I hear he's quite good. I wouldn't really know." He thought that perhaps talking about Quidditch stars might not be quite the thing, though, and so he set his glass down and leaned carefully back to prop himself up on elbow, the better to be close to her and, incidentally, to do a little star-gazing. "I've left my Astronomy a little far behind ... the only one I can ever pick out with any consistency is Cygnus." And there it was, reliably recognizable, not so far from overhead.