Gobstopper Campfire - Friday Night

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Food. Food and drink and a small fire and a raccoon named Marcus. Okay, so the raccoon had taken the offered food and run away to eat in peace, but there was still food and drink. Kyle was more than content to have a quiet night around the fire. Yeah. That was gonna happen.

[OOC: Expecting a dragon, but open as well!]

Starburst Campfire [Saturday, Late Morning]

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Chuck had acquired a talky ten-year-old, somewhere between the time he went to bed on Thursday night, and been woken up on Friday morning with an unending stream of Japanese chatter in his ear.

... And no Gameboy.

They might not understand each other on a linguistic level, but they did have some very similar tastes in food and entertainment, at least. So this wasn't so bad, and they were out near the campfire (unlit, because he didn't trust himself near open flames, let alone himself with a little kid), entertaining him throwing stones to try and knock targets, empty cans and the like, off the logs around the fire pit while trying to encourage him to eat the odd slice of cold pizza for breakfast between rounds.

[[Open campfire!]]