Pangolin Campfire, Sunday Evening

Anders had moved his things into the cabin and gotten the TV and DVD player hooked back up, and Brandly the goldfish was swimming around in his bowl in the cabin living room. (Anders couldn't figure out why the little guy seemed so animated, all of a sudden.)

And now it was relaxation time. He got the campfire going outside and settled down in front of it with a box of cupcakes, hoping some of his other cabinmates would show up soon.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-10 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Xander Bly," Bridge says. "Australian kid, not as good-looking as my Xander."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not familiar with that tree. Is it a conifer?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Bridge says, "that's the guy's name. I'm not sure what *kind* of tree he was. I wasn't looking."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-10 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah. I'll remember that. Thanks for the tip, Bridge!"