Meerkat Campfire, early evening.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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.]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I like e-mail, but there's something about actually feeling the paper. Not to mention the yay! factor that comes with getting a letter in the mail."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Not entirely sure I can get a letter through - never tried it before. But I figure Willow would get a kick out of it if it makes it across..." Xander frowned. "Possibly two dimensions?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I can get mine home, I think," Dawn said, "although it's hard to tell because the intended recipient doesn't have a real address. Or has a real address, but in England."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander did math, but given the whole not knowing how to extrapolate to a future in a universe where Buffy was twenty-one and Spike and Faith made doughnut runs, had to fall back on basic associations. "...Giles? Um, your Giles, not the one here?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was about to correct his assumption, but then realized that would lead to cross-dimensional badness. "Yep. My Giles."