Platypus campfire, early evening

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was kind of grumpy so she was sitting in front of the fire making smores. And she just kept making them, one after the other until she had three pretty tall stacks going. After her visit at the book store, she had handwavily bought the stuff to fix them. Her's seemed to be just a little messy. But they were good that way. She's already had two. No three. There might have been chocolate smeared on her chin. And fingers. Probably her shirt too where she tried to wipe her fingers clean.

Friends were getting hurt, there was some psycho out there doing it, and all of it was just discomforting. She needed a big shotgun. Or at least a taser in each hand.

So she was cooking and eating and doing a pretty good job of it.

(it's open, yes, to anyone.)

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ah, ha. So there she was. Not like Turtle had been really looking that hard for Annette; she figured she could exact the plan for revenge at any time, really, but, approaching the Platypus cabin and spotting her there had her going back to her cabin to get something in a bag and returning. Annette looked kind of grumpy and out-of-sorts which almost made her feel like maybe it could wait, but she was here, she had nothing better to do, and the moment of weakness could actually work to her advantage.

She bit her lip as she came near. "Um, hi, Annette."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was lost in her smore thought cooking process when Turtle came near and actually spoke to her, breaking her concentration on smushing the marshmallow and chocolate between two graham crackers.

She eyed her warily, "Hi, Turtle." Geeze.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick came out of the cabin as soon as he smelled s'mores.

"Hey, baby." he said, sitting down next to her.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She looked over at him, her face still smushy in a grumpy sort of fashion, "Hi, honey."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"S'mores, huh?" Turtle said idly, shrugging one of her shoulders; she held the bag in front of her, shyly, head slightly lowered. "Um...mind..if I join you?"

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" he asked. "S'mores not satisfactory?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

This wasn't normal. Turtle being nice never ever happened to Annette anymore. Something was up. Something bad. Something wicked.

Annette eyed her plate of s'mores then looked at Turtle. "I guess you're gonna want a s'more too? Fine. Take one." What the crap was in her bag that she was acting so weird over?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Well I've been eating them and they taste pretty good. Kind of thirsty though since I didn't think of bringing me anything out to drink. But I'm okay. Are you okay? You look okay. You wanna s'more? I made lots."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

It would probably be too suspicious if Turtle flat out rejected, but, before she could make herself take one, she pulled away. "Heck, no, I don't want any of your stu--"

She winced. "Er, um, I mean..." She shook her head. "Sorry. Knee-jerk reaction, really. Listen, Annette, I've been doing a lot of thinking..."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette made a face at Turtle, half in, I don't want you to have any anyway! the other half going, What the holy crap is your problem?

As it was, she said nothing, just stared at her.

Something was definitely up.

"Uh-huh. Does it hurt? This thinking?" Annette smacked her knee and chuckled. "Ooops, my bad. Knee-jerk reaction, really."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's eyes narrowed slightly. Well, she certainly didn't expect this to be easy...and her grip on her own temper was pretty loose. A deep, injured frown appeared. "Well, fine, if you're going to be stupid as usual, I guess you can just forget about me apologizing to you and you can just shove in very uncomfortable places..."

She had managed to keep from saying that wait, no, a perv like Annette would probably like that too much. She drew in a breath instead. "I totally even brought you a peace offering," she held out the bag.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"I'm okay. I'll be even better once I get a s'more." he said.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She pursed her lips, ready to vent back at Turtle, "I'm not stupid! Just ask...anyone!" Yeah, it was the best she could come up with. "You apologize? Did hell freeze over and I was unaware of it?" There! Take that! Hah!

Wait. What the hell?

Annette glanced at the bag then met Turtle's gaze, "You brought me a peace offering? Just out of the blue? Excuse me while I fine tune my skepticism." She looked up at the night sky for two seconds. "Okay, I'm done, what did you bring me?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Picking up the plate that was stacked pretty good, she handed it over, "Take as many as you want. I...made them for you." What? She could change her mind.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"You did, did you?" he said, taking a s'more from the plate. "How sweet of you."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Of course I did. I told myself that you would appreciate my...domesticity. I cooked dinner and I was hoping you'd be hungry." Annette nodded and wiped her hands on the hem of her t-shirt. Again.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"I do appreciate it." he said, taking a bite of the s'more. A bit of chocolate melted out and landed on his jeans. He shrugged cause, hey, he could give a crap. "And I'm very hungry."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Kick her! A scream shouted in her voice. That'd be a peace offering for her, all right.

No, no, no, that'll ruin everything. She had a good plan and she was sticking to it. "Annette," Turtle bounced a little with a whine. "Seriously. With everything that's been going on and people getting hurt, it's really...well, lame of us to be this petty and mean to each other..."

Man, Turtle should have been an actress, being able to lay on the lines like that and keep a straight face. Or a lawyer.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She watched him and grinned, "Good uh? I've been sitting here slaving over the hot campfire for at least an hour. I probably deserve something." Annette took a big bite of her third s'more. Or it could be her fifth. Who the crap cared?

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" he said, raising his eyebrow. "What sort of something?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette didn't want to feel any sort of good emotion where Turtle Wexler was concerned. But dammit all if she didn't give her pause to sit and think and possibly hope that maybe they could get along.

"...probably it is, Turtle." she ventured, still a little wary. "Are you saying you want to call a truce of some sort?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the half-eaten s'more in her hand, "Well, I don't know. First time I ever cooked for anyone in my life." Heating up a can of soup so did not count. Annette cut her eyes over at him, "And you're just not anyone, Dick, so I'm thinking that that something would have to be pretty good."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Something of the sort, yes," Turtle responded with a little smile, trying very carefully to not overdue the saccharine sweetness. She held out the bag to Annette. "So I brought these. You'll probably have more of a use for them than me, what with, well, you having a boyfriend and all and me...not." Her eyes shifted a little. This was the part where she'd launch into a bit about how it's probably because Annette's so much 'prettier' and 'cuter' than she was but, yeah, right. She wasn't that into this whole charade. Her eyes quickly went back to Annette. "They're candles," she said. "Before you get any ideas. Nothing dirty or anything like that but they are meant to be used as aphrodisiacs and, well, y'know, nice romantic evening for the two of you, hmmmm?" She dangled the bag back and forth on her finger with a smirk and a quirk of her eye brow. "They came in a big pack with a bunch of other candles, that's why I had 'em. Don't think I'd ever really get a chance to use 'em, though."

...They were, in fact, the Essence of Slug candles she'd bought from Tannim the other day, labels conveniently removed. Essence of Slug, aka the candles with a scent so horrible and repulsive that no human being should probably ever chance to smell them.

...kind of like Annette herself!

Mwa ha ha.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"They are pretty good." he said. Of course Dick had already got something for her. He's just being a brat and waiting for the right time when the mun actually has a day off to RP "I'll be sure to do something very special for you."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Her eyes were narrowing as Turtle continued on and on. This all just seemed...strange. But there was a point here, a nice romantic evening could be really nice and with candles that worked as an aphrodisiac? One certainly couldn't go wrong there. Not that she or Dick needed an aphrodisiac. Still...

"Hmm, I'm not sure what to say, Turlte," Annette reached over for the bag. "Thank you sounds so...flamboyant. Especially over candles." Yes, she was feeling a little funny taking anything from Turtle. "But, I guess, thanks. I'll let Dick know you were thinking of us." Hah!

(the scent I'm guessing, is only released when lit? and you are EVIL!)