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fandomhighdorms2006-05-28 03:25 pm
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Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening
Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.
Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.
After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.
Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.
[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]
Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.
After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.
Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.
[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]

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She took her stick, stuck another marshmallow on it, and demonstrated. She held the marshmallow just above the flame, so that the heat turned the skin golden brown, for about a minute.
She pulled the marshmallow off the stick, stuck it between two graham crackers and jammed a piece of chocolate in there too. She handed the finished piece over to Anakin. "This is a s'more. Don't ask about the name, I didn't come up with it. It's very tasty."
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"Squishy orange ball? I think that one might be lost on me too."
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