Puffin Campfire, Monday Evening

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward sat himself down at the edge of the fire ring, eyeing the fire as he cautiously set a few books down. Hunting around for a little bit dug up a proper stick for marshmallow roasting, and opening a bag of large poofy marshmallows, Edward set some marshmallows to roasting.

Open for all your Puffin campfire needs!

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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded. "yeah I stopped feeling hazy a day or so later. Hell of a way to get initiated."

[stykera]

"Good, good. That it's better. And no, getting hit on the head is probably not the best thing to do in a new place."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded again. "Yep, my mom was quite clear. `No more concussions, do you understand me young man?`"

[stykera]

"You don't get hit on the head often, do you?" Stark asked.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"No, I think she meant she didn't want me getting hurt at all actually." he said. "But this is the second battle that I can't really remember the end of."

[stykera]

"Oh. Not getting hurt is a good thing, a very good thing," Stark said with a nod for emphasis. "And maybe you should try and avoid battles. If you always get hurt."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Sadly that's not in my job description." Tim said. "I got roped into the whole hero gig and now, well I get involved in battles."

[stykera]

"Oh," Stark said, unsure what else to say.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim shrugged. "Hopefully I'll get better at it, and not get hurt as much. Or, hopefully there won't be many battles to get hurt in."