Flamingo campfire, Monday evening

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova hadn't really unpacked, so moving into the cabin hadn't been much of a stretch. An early night had meant that her body had gotten the sleep it needed to kick back onto Fandom time. Now, she had found an Adirondak chair somewhere, got a little crackling fire going, and kicked back to enjoy. Fresh air, open sky . . .

It was good to be home.

[[Open like an open thing, yo.]]

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[demonbelthazor]

"Works," Bel said. "I owe you one."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Do I need to get that in writing?"

[demonbelthazor]

"My word isn't good enough?" Bel said, clutching his hand to his chest.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica gave him a look. "Is it?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Of course it is," Bel said.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Well then, I suppose I'll trust you. Just don't forget."