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 2006-05-26 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"No bribes necessary," Greg said, matching her grin. "But I'll never say no to cake."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"It can be our secret," he said, taking the cake from her. "And this cake is really all Cam. I just wrote the poem."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Cam says she won't shoot anyway," Greg said. "It's too quick. We live in fear."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"There's something to be said for fearing the rest of you," he noted. "I don't want you mad at me. And I guess there's an apocalpyse when that girl doesn't get her coffee, or something?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Duly noted. Aeryn doesn't like me," he said sadly.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Greg grinned at her. "I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with those ducks. But I'm glad to still be in your good graces."