Jackalope campfire -- Saturday evening

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After he'd got sprung from the clinic Dean had headed back to the cabin, fed Hunter and then spent the afternoon resting and surfing the 'net on his minicomp, trying to stick to things that he didn't really need two hands to do.

But that got old after a while so here he was out at the campfire (which he was able to start one handed, thank you very much), carefully putting marshmallows on a stick with the one hand he didn't have in a sling in preparation to toasting them.

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[the_merriest]

"I wonder why," Rikku said. "I mean, I should have been worrying more about the machete and all. It was just don't land on the Godhand and wow, is Deadpool gonna be mad."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That's the way the brain works. Focuses on the little details so you don't end up just gibbering in terror."

[the_merriest]

"I guess that's helpful. I mean, I didn't land on the Godhand." She laughed. "It makes you wonder, though. If anyone's ever had, like, a completely terrible injury and died but the last thing they thought was 'I never did mail those letters, I gotta do that when I get home.'"