Meerkat Campfire, early evening.

After an extremely lazy day of sleeping in late and doing very little other than up finishing threads from yesterday, Isabel wandered out and started the Meerkat campfire. She's got everything needed to make S'mores and coconut angels. Off to the side a CD case is open and the CD is glowing slightly. It's also playing music.

Life is good.

[Open to all! Even Stickbugs.]

[ooc: Coconut angels are thick slices of french bread that's dipped in condensed milk, rolled in coconut and then toasted over the fire. Sounds bizarre but it tastes great.]

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Unless you wanted to like, be my apprentice," Greg wondered.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't be your apprentice, dude."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why? I need a good hair apprentice."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I already have a committment. To SPD." Bridge points out.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"And I'm already commited to biochemistry," Greg said. "But hair is not a career."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
"It could be better," Greg told him.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge reaches over to pat him on the shoulder in a sympathetic manner.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"You so don't get a poem," Greg said woefully.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Isabel got a poem." Bridge points out, raising one eyebrow.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"The girls of Meerkat got a poem," Greg corrected.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge just shakes his head and says nothing.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge makes a pteranadon face at Greg.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"What's wrong with your face?" he asked.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a pteranadon face." Bridge explains.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It's upsetting," Greg told him.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"That's sort of the point."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," Bridge says honestly.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"It would be easier to forgive you if you were my hair apprentice."