Hey, the night's still young and these people are ready to party. You hang out with them, eating earthworms, hanging out under heat lamps, and catching up on latest gossip on who's raising eggs with whom. Just normal human conversation that normal humans have. As the sun comes up, they walk you back to your tent, the location of which they seem to have somehow already known, and you crash for a few hours of a good morning's sleep still laughing at how silly you were being.