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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[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Brownie?" Alphonse lifted up his bag.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes please! Did you make these or are they from the music store?"

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"No, I made them," he answered quickly. "In Piper's workshop."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I bet they're scrumptious!"

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"I hope they are, we tried our best," Alphonse said. "How have you been lately?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Much better now that Walter is back." she said taking one of Al's brownies.