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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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She plunked down next to Gwynn.
"Hey you. Had a nice day?"
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"Today was very confusing," she admitted. "How was your workshop?"
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She turned and looked at Gwynn.
"What has you confused?"
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She was silent for a moment and then met Seras' eyes.
"We looked at shiny books in our workshop today. My clothing is not ideal according to those shiny books. This makes me confused and I've been thinking about what men like women to wear. I asked Pip."
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"Eh...Gwynn, you shouldn't pay attention to what those shiny books have to say. Most of it's just bollocks. They're trying to sell you clothes. That's why they make you feel like what you're wearing's not right."
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She looked at Seras. "Do men like that girls wear things like that?"
She might be concerned about that.
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She really didn't have much experience in this arena.
"It depends on the man, I suppose. But, d'you really want a man who's only interested in the way you look?"
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Gwynn sighed.
"Raiding the Tower of London to free prisoners was less difficult than this."
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"Well, I don't see anything wrong with buying some more modern clothes. You'd probably have to replace what you've brought with you eventually. Just...make sure it's stuff that you feel comfortable in. Wear what *you* like. Not what some magazine tells you."
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Gwynn thought about this.
"Your words are wise, Seras. Would you be willing to help me fiind the appropriate clothing? I like my leathers, but other clothes might be nice... for going out to dinner..."
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"Sure. Just let me know when you're free and we'll plan something," said Seras moving over to give Pippi a hand cleaning the marshmallow skewers.
"How's your day been?" she asked the other girl.
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She held up a stick to see if it was clean enough.
"I talked to Mr. Tick. Apparently, he's not running courses in criminal justice this fall, but he said he'd think of an independent study I could do."
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"That's the idea."
She decided that the stick was clean enough, after all.
"I deduce from the graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate that we're going to have a s'more feast?"
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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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