Firefly Ravine Americana

Frankly speaking, Merlin felt relieved that Njord seemed to take the initiative in his own paws and all that was left for him to do was remain a good wingman. He did not know the term by name, but he had got a knack of understanding, what he should do. Help his friend (that he had just met, but - hey - friendships been formed under more trying conditions) to get, wherever it was he wanted. 

"Don't forget about the glorious sunsets and food extraordinaire," he added nonchalantly, as if he knew, exactly, where Njord lived and what it was like there. He watched them two interact with mild curiousity, but kept his expression composed, not letting his awkwardness on.