Stickbug Campfire, Tuesday evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

After finishing up and sending off his article for the Hightimes, Peter walked out by the mightiest campfire in the land and took a seat. He started to juggle rocks. No, it wasn't terribly interesting, but it was a nice night to sit out and do anything to pass the time. So it worked for now.

[OOC: Open like a thing that is out enclosed by walls or locks or other things that might make something not open.]

Comments

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm an alien! It's a thing!"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Ice cream," Peter said. "And you're an alien hybrid. The human half should know that ice cream shouldn't have Tabasco on it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I have alien taste buds apparently! They like sweet and spicy. Together!" Isabel said with a grin. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I'll try it," Peter said. "And then I'll surely knock it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Greg tried it," she told him. "You could always ask him what he thought of it."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Greg's weirder than you," Peter said. "I wouldn't trust his opinion on that."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"So says one third of the Andrews Sisters," Isabel snickered.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"The who?" Peter asked innocently.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She sighed. "Denial, it's not just a river any more."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"The Andrews Sisters are boating enthusiasts?" Peter asked, clearly confused.