fandomhighdorms | Squirrel Campfire: Sunday Night

Pippi has a cozy fire going in the Squirrel Cabin campfire ring.

There might also be a tin of "s'more nachos" going. Maybe even a small cooler with some chilly bottles of fizzy lemonade?

There was going to be a "Welcome back Squirrels" banner... But there was nowhere really to pin it up. So Pippi used it for kindling.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

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"Because I've been hitting on anything with two legs and a pretty face?" Cally said.

"Uh... Thank you?"

Cally laughed and shook her head. "And there I go making things awkward again. Don't worry about it." She paused. "Unless you're interested, then... let me know."

"So how you been since Friday then?"

"Things have slowly gotten better," Cally said. "Today? Getting even better."

"Well that's good." she said. "What is it about today that is special?"

"Putting things right," Cally said. "Or atleast as right as I can make them."

"Well, I'm glad that's working out for you!"

"How about you?" Cally asked. "How're you doing?"

"Walter's back." she said. "That makes me happy..."

"I think we're all happy about that," Cally said. "Wish he was in better shape, but I'm glad he made it back it one piece."

"Yeah..."

Cally looked over. "You okay?" she asked, not expecting Pippi, of all people, to not be cheerful.

"There's just a lot of... Bilge, mixed up in the whole thing." Pippi said. "And I can't talk about it."

Cally nodded. "Well, anything I can do to cheer you up? Maybe get your mind off things?"

"Know any good songs?"

"A couple, yeah," Cally said. "But I'm not much of a singer."

"Oh. The only difference between a good singer and a bad one is that the good singer thinks they can sing."

Okay, that's not the only difference, but Pippi isn't going to say that.

"So, are you asking me to sing you a song?" Cally asked.

"You did ask if there was anything you could do to take my mind off of assorted bilge. So... Petty much yeah."

"Erm..." Cally coughed and did her best to sing without a zombie band to back her up.

"I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout," She even stood up and did the little dance. "When I get all steamed up hear me shout, Tip me over and pour me out."