There's a passage in my notebook about them. They're called Lamp Friends, and we'll want to be careful where we place them, because they stay there.

[ Flynn's oddly cheerful about that, reaching up to drag a finger down one's creepily-exposed spine. It groans and clacks its little jaw. ]

They were in both of our bags—I was taking inventory.

[ Sure enough, the journal from his own bag is open beside him, scrawled with a neat list in practiced handwriting. Both the Lamp Friends clatter at Yuri, the one closer to him trying to slide down Flynn's shoulder to reach out for him. Flynn shivers a bit at the feeling. ]

You were gone for a while. I was able to clean up quite a bit, and it turns out we have both food and cooking implements. I got the rice started.