Squirrel Campfire - A quiet Saturday morning

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is sitting by the campfire, which does have a fire going.

Not a roaring fire. And not exactly "fire" per sae, more like a pile of glowing coals. It doesn't give off a lot of light but it does give off quite a bit of heat to hold back the chilly morning fog.

Also in the fire ring are a number of foil wrapped pouches, a coffee pot, and a Dutch oven from which comes the smell of baking bread.

Pippi wonders if the birds are sleeping in this morning.

[[ooc: Don't be shy about asking for some breakfast! ...If you can figure out how.]]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip waved to Pippi as he sat down at the fire. He pointed at the at the pouches with a questioning look on his face.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out.

Hmm, first she couldn't hum, now she can't talk.

She turns her attention back to Pip and makes a motion bringing her hand to her mouth as if eating. Then she pointed to a nonresistant watch on her wrist and then held her thumb and forefinger close together to indicate a little bit.

She pointed to the coffee pot with a questioning look on her face.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip blinked.

"Sure, but what's with all the miming."

Is what he wanted to say.

Instead, he said:

"..."

He blinked in suprised. And then cursed several times in three languages.

Or rather, he didn't.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Well, that answered that question.

She waited for him to finish not cursing.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip sighed silently. He pointed at the coffee and nodded, mouthing "Fandom."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi nodded at him with a sympathetic smile and poured him some coffee.

Offering it she pointed to where the cream and sugar was.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip took it thankfully. And silently. Like a silent French mercenary who can't talk.

He tried to think of a way that he could use to indicate his query of what the food was.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi, in the meantime was looking around at the ground as if she dropped something.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip looked around to see if he could see what Pippi was looking for. Whatever it was.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi found what she was looking for.

It was brown a sticky. (A stick!)

She smoothed out a patch of dirt and wrote.

WALTER
NADIA
WHERE?

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded and scrounged up a similar stick.

DON'T KNOW.
AT DORMS
PRIVATE TIME?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi nodded in agreement with Pip.

She cleared the patch of dirt and wrote.

THOUGHT QUIET
BECAUSE THEY'RE GONE
GUESS NOT HUH?

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded and cleared his patch.

FREAKY MAGICAL THING
HOPEFULLY NOT DANGER
IS JUST SPEECH OR ALL SOUNDS?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi grabbed the poker she'd been using to stir the coals, and she didn't just use that to write in the ground was beyond her, and tapped the Dutch oven with it.

*clang*

The she tried to whistle.

Nothing.

Hmmmm.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

SO NO HUMAN NOISE?

Pip tapped the ground a few times before noticing something.

NO BIRDS?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi looked around.

BEEN QUIET ALL MORNING.

The she seemed to think of something.

BE RIGHT BACK.
US TONGS TO GET POUCHES OUT PLEASE?
LET COOL BEFORE EAT.
IS EXPERIMENTAL FRATATA.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded and picked up the tongs.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi disappeared into the cabin.

As she came out she caught Pip's attention by blowing on a bosun's whistle (http://static.flickr.com/53/190096103_39f970a431_o.jpg). She was carrying a very agitated Mr. Neilson.

He looked like he was screaming... But there was no sound coming out his wee toothy mouth.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip blinked as he pulled the packages out of the fire. Once they were set cooling on the side, he picked up his stick.

ANIMALS TOO
EXPLAINS WHY
MB NO WAKE ME

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

UNABLE TO SMACK YOU IN FACE?
OR JUST HAS MORE PRESSING NO-ABLE-TO-MEOW MATTERS ON MIND?

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

DON'T KNOW. WASN'T AROUND
WHEN I WOKE UP.
POSSIBLY GONE TO HUNT SILENT ANIMALS?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

IF SHE BAGS A TEAL DEAR I DISAVOW ALL KNOWLEDGE OF HER.

Pippi used the poker to carefully pull the lid of the Dutch oven to the side and check on the rolls.

Yup. They looked ready.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

TIME TO EAT?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi fished a roll out of the Dutch oven and tasted it.

She nodded affirmative to Pip and motioned him to help himself.

The pouches had small fratatas in them, made with eggs, some vegetables, cheese, and crumbled sausage. It was kinda risky cooking them in foil placed directly in the fire, but they came out pretty good.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip took a fratata and bit into hit. He swallowed it and made what he hoped was a "Yummy" gesture.