Symon checks the sky - it's starting to fade towards sunset. Soon the bonfires will be lit, and couples will start pairing off. Mentally, he ticks off places that are Not Safe. His own house - Mom and Dad have been making flirty eyes all day, and don't even THINK about Dirk and Prissy. The crawlspace? No, there are enough trolls in the Lodge to rattle even down to the cellar. Finally, he decides on hunkering down in his taxidermy shed. But, he'll stick around a while longer. The fires will be worth watching, at least, even if he ain't jumping over them. Not a bad night.