Pot-Bellied Pig Campfire, Monday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Zero got out her acoustic guitar and went to see about getting a fire started. She had fond memories of campfires on family vacations as a kid--after the bruises healed from their encounter with the neo-fascists of the beach, that was. There were usually s'mores, but she didn't have any marshmallows yet; she'd have to go to the store tomorrow.

Once the fire was crackling merrily away, she sat back and started trying out lyrics for a new song as she strummed away at her guitar.

"Stop clowning around
Give him back now
This is no good for you
La la la something something-- Squall."

((Open to all.))