Pixie Campfire, Monday Night

[stykera]

It was already warm out, so Stark didn't see the need for a fire. So there was no fire and consequently no s'mores. There were, however, all the necessary ingredients for s'mores should anyone feel compelled to start a fire or to eat the marshmallows or chocolate. And there was Stark, sitting by the empty firepit and nibbling at one of the chocolate bars.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And there was also an Anders, several cupcake tins and some aluminum foil in hand, attempting to figure out how to bake cupcakes in the embers of a hypothetical campfire.

[stuckeyboy]

And there was Warren. He didn't have any food. Just an odd expression as he wandered around the campsite.

It was possible he didn't realize this wasn't his cabin as he came over and sat down.

[stykera]

"Don't you need an oven for that?" Stark asked, waving a hand at the cupcake tins.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"In theory," Anders said, squinting at the firepit, "if the embers are hot enough I shouldn't really . . . I think? Maybe?"

[stykera]

Stark had been less than social since the summer started, and so did not recognize Warren.

"Hello. Haven't met you yet. I'm Stark."

[stykera]

"I have no idea," Stark said, oh-so-helpfully. "But if it doesn't work, you can always eat the batter?"

[stuckeyboy]

"Huh?" Warren looked around and blinked. "Hey, oh, yeah. I'm Warren. Nice mask."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders chuckled. "And you could help. I'd totally let you help."

[stykera]

"Thank you," Stark said. "I like it."

[stuckeyboy]

"So, um, oh man, I really don't know how to ask this, but, um, are you, like . . . one of the people around here who . . . I don't know. . . ."

[stykera]

"I appreciate that," Stark said with a grin. "Unbaked cupcakes would be better than no cupcakes."

[stykera]

"One of the people who what?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I guess when you put it that way, yeah," Anders agreed. "Don't think I'm feeling up to the walk to town just yet or I'd have bought some."

[stuckeyboy]

"You know. . . ." Could Warren possibly be more awkward? "With the, like, magic stuff."

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

Cassie wandered over.

"Oh. Erm. Hi."

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

Cassie looked appraisingly at Warren. "Hey," she said.

[stykera]

"Not magic, no." Stark shook his head. "Just an alien."

[stykera]

"Could always send someone else to get them," Stark suggested. "How are you feeling then? Is it better than it was, at least?"

[stuckeyboy]

Warren blinked. "Oh, um. Hey. Have we met?"

[stykera]

"Hello Cassie."

[stuckeyboy]

Warren stared for a brief moment, then started nodding a bit manically. "Oh. Right, yeah. Alien. Got it."

Dealing with the whole "everything he thought he knew about the world and what's in it just got thrown out the window" thing was obviously still messing with Warren.

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"Nope. I'm Cassie Lang," she introduced.

[stykera]

"Banik," Stark offered helpfully. "From the Uncharted Territories." He pointed upward. "You're from here then? Earth?"

[stuckeyboy]

"Warren Cheswick. Um, hi. I guess."

[cutestripeyhat.livejournal.com]

Vi wandered up the not-fire. "So are the graham crackers taken?" she asked.