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fandomhighdorms2006-05-22 10:00 pm
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Squirrel Campfire -- Monday Night
Gwynn was sitting at the campfire for the Squirrel cabin and was using a stick to both poke at the fire and draw symbols in the dirt around her. Her first workshop of the summer and her subsequent talk with Pip had given her a lot to think about.
Look how bright and inviting the campfire is.
Look how bright and inviting the campfire is.

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Seras hadn't had s'mores since the fourth floor slumber party, but she'd acquired a taste for them.
And, yes, she'd had marshmallows with Al and Edward earlier.
But, marshmallows were mostly made of air, anyhow. Air and sweet, sweet puffy goodness.
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"I like your jail cell. It's very glamorous. But are there criminals so small do you think?"
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Seras thought a moment and then replied.
"This cell will hold any mice, bugs, or other vermin who try to make off with our marshmallows," said Seras, "Justice looks sternly upon forest creatures who take advantage of innocent, law-abiding campers."
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"They're bobbies, too. Or coppers. Or 'Old Bill'," she cleared her throat. "Another slangish term is 'the Filth'."
Seras broke off a piece of chocolate and set it on top of a graham cracker.
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"The people who use it aren't generally fond of the police," she said, beginning to toast her s'more.
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She shrugged.
"What epithet would you have used?"
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Pippi gave it some thought...
"I'd have to get back to you on that."
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"I suppose that depends on what your definition of 'doing well' is," replied Seras, "I mean, if the reason you're using the word is to convey disgust or hatred or whatever, then the most effective ones have always been short and to the point..."
Seras closed her eyes and shook her head.
"I'm sorry Pippi. This is a really crap campfire conversation," she passed over the s'more she'd been toasting.
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"This one time, we were marooned on Moni Akaya Island for three days... Fredolf, that's my Papa's First Mate, all he could talk about were his bunions and how that if you looked at them juuuuuust right... It looked like the coast of Madagascar... Three days... Bunions... Madagascar... Even taking into account how much fun it is to say Mad-a-gas-car... Now that's a crap sort of campfire conversation..."
She took a bite of her s'more and finished her thought with her mouthfull.
"But it ya'd ruther talk about something else that's good too..."
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Seras laughed for a bit then nodded.
"Yeah. I would, thanks...So, you've been all over the world with your dad? Where was the best place you visited?"
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"The Orient is pretty amazing I must say. It's so different from every other place and yet there something about that's strangely universal."
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"What's the food like? And what was your favourite place to visit in the Orient?"
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