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Main Campfire, Saturday late afternoon

Johnny was bored. He didn't have any dates today. Or tonight. And man, that really sucked.

To pass the time he was making fat marshmallow men and setting them up for target practice. Yes. That's what he was calling it. Target practice. And they weren't really being set up, rather he was launching them straight into the air with a catapult, then blasting them with a fast fireball.

Laughing, he watched them burn up in the sky.

Johnny was easily amused.

But it still sucked that he didn't have a date for this evening.

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"That's happened," Mac confirmed. "I had to return them to the library like that, and almost got malleted by Zero."

Johnny suddenly had a new appreciation for his marshmallow men. He even patted one on the head.

"I...don't think I have the words."

"Yeah, well. Logan's a moron," Mac said, as if that explained everything. "He's also graduated, so it's unlikely to happen again if that makes it any better."

"Not having to deal with morons...is good, I guess?" He didn't want to say anything bad about anyone, graduated or not, just in case it came back to bite him in the ass somehow.

"This Logan was responsible for the tortilla books?"

It was probably best if Johnny didn't know that 'moron' was Dick's best friend.

"He did something stupid, people started sprouting powers all over the place. Mine just happened to be turning stuff into tortillas. Mostly books."

Yeah, probably. Would hate to mention to his big bro that he talked about some moron named Logan. Probably wouldn't go over so well.

"That is, uh, like wow. This Logan, he was a magic sort of person then?"

"No," Mac replied with a huff of a laugh. "Which is probably part of the reason it went so wrong."

Johnny cocked his head, grinning. "There's a story in there somewhere, Mac. I'm kind of reluctant to ask about it."

Mac shrugged. "He wanted powers, tried to get 'em, it blew up in his face and gave them to everyone else instead."

"I got it easy, as powers went," she said. "People were pretty pissed at him after a couple of days of that stuff."

"Bad. I don't believe I'll go that route. Besides," he said, "I'm pretty good with the fire - don't need anyone pissed at me. 'Course, some people around here with the magic? It's pretty cool. Have you met Ronan yet?"

Mac wrinkled her nose at the idea of fire powers. She's been slightly suspicious of that one ever since Cally came back setting fire to things once.

"Don't think I have," she said, shaking her head slightly. "I've not been as good with the getting out and meeting the new people as I should've been."

Johnny wondered at the nose wrinkle, but chalked it up for being cute instead of asking about it.

"He did this magic spell once -" Johnny just realized what he was getting ready to tell Mac. He looked a little uncomfortable suddenly and looked down, quite interested in the ground. "- it was pretty cool."

Mac gave him a slightly puzzled look. "What did he do?" she pressed.

Johnny went with the more safer of the two spells he had seen Ronan perform, "He, uh, well, he made his clothes all glittery. The glitter wouldn't fall, or rub off. It was pretty cool."

Ohhh, glitter. "Right, boykissy," she said with a slight smirk. That must be why he was all awkward suddenly.

Johnny scratched the back of his neck, rubbing it a little too, doing his best to not blush. He really put his foot in it this time.

"I...don't know about all that." Yes, he did.

"Sure you don't." Mac grinned. "I'm kinda sad I missed it, now."

Johnny clarified quickly and didn't realize he was just digging himself deeper, "It didn't happen in front of anyone!" He was blushing, bad.

"It's not unusual, you know," she said helpfully. Maybe he was overcompensating by having all these dates with girls for a reason...

"Yeah, I've heard that," he said quietly, thinking back on that night. It was just something he had never, in a million trillion years, ever ever think about doing. And he did it. Maaan!

"So, uh..."

"You want to be distracted from the boykissy subject dontcha?" Mac said, still just a little bit smirky.

He grinned a little and dared a peek at her. She was enjoying his discomfort, he knew it!

"That'd be good, yeah."

"Torch a marshmallow man," she said jerking her head towards them. "It'll make you feel better."

"But...what if they come back to haunt me? What if they come alive and, I don't know, strap me to my bed and declare a Staypuff mutiny?"

"... then you're already doomed," Mac replied simply. "One more won't make much difference."

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