Platypus Campfire, Saturday evening

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Jim was practicing shooting free throws. The fire was his basket. Marshmallows were his basketballs. He was well aware that he was basically just chucking sugar into the fire to melt, surely making a horrible mess of some sort inside all of that wood. He was curious what it would look like when all was said and done, though, so he kept shooting.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Which it is.]