It must be the end of the world, or at least you’re the only one out here. A pinata has been broken open out here on the mountain, and a strange pinata at that. Blackberry cola, preserved plums, candied bacon, black chocolates and tiny bottles of anise liqueur. The scene perks a smile from you as you sling your shotgun over your shoulder, and tend to roasting the chile rubbed black bear while your companion finishes the last bite of blueberry cobbler.