Kol likes the comforts of modernization, they're nice, but he doesn't particularly need them. And as such, this sudden thing where they're being forced to, as he's heard people call it, "rough it" isn't much of a bother to him. Mostly, it's just a very long call back to the earliest memories he has. In the days before vampires, before he and his siblings being on the run from their parents trying to murder them. It was a simpler time, if not technically better.
He finds a woman lazing about, talking about stars and it seems as much an invitation as anything else might have been, so he sits down next to her, leaning back on his arms and staring up to where she's pointing. "Huh... I s'pose I can see that... me and mine called it Lokabrenna," there's a touch of an accent too old for most to identify that comes with the word, different than the mix-mash, but mostly-British-leaning accent of he naturally speaks with otherwise. "D'ya know what that means?" He doesn't particularly expect her to, but people have certainly surprised him here.
Camping
He finds a woman lazing about, talking about stars and it seems as much an invitation as anything else might have been, so he sits down next to her, leaning back on his arms and staring up to where she's pointing. "Huh... I s'pose I can see that... me and mine called it Lokabrenna," there's a touch of an accent too old for most to identify that comes with the word, different than the mix-mash, but mostly-British-leaning accent of he naturally speaks with otherwise. "D'ya know what that means?" He doesn't particularly expect her to, but people have certainly surprised him here.