Salamander Campfire, Saturday Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with chocolatey batter inside.

There was a pitcher full of more cupcake batter on a nearby log, oven mitts and tongs near the fire, and an Anders happily sampling the results of his campfire-baking test run.

Would it have been easier for him to just go down to J,GoB and buy cupcakes? Sure. But dammit, he'd wanted to find out if he could do it. So there.

[OOC: Open, with fresh, if slightly gooey, cupcakes! Also, really slow/flakey/nonexistent comment notifications, so apologies in advance for slowness.]

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Hey you," Cally said, wandering over to the campfire. "Whatcha doin'?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Shawn, definitely intregued by this particular experiment.

He eyed Anders as he sat down. Shawn decided asking what the hell he was eating might be considered a bit rude, and went with a slightly more vague, "Anything good?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Something....smelled like cupcakes. Chad was drawn like a moth to...cupcakes. Or some other not-exactly-accurate metaphor.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Baking cupcakes," Anders replied with a cheeky grin. "I totally knew it was possible!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"You are such a dork," Cally said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders chucked a thumb at the small plate of finished cupcakes on the log beside him. "I think I better leave the next batch in a little longer," he replied, wiping batter away from his mouth. "These came out a little bit gooey."

Well, he hadn't outright said they were cupcakes, but he hoped they were at least, you know -- recognizable as such.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Chad!" Anders looked up from checking his watch and gave him a thumbs-up. "Wanna help me test out the campfire cupcakes?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, fine, see if you get a cupcake for that," Anders said, mock-sniffling. Because he really was a dork.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Are they fully baked?" Cally asked.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Being not much of a cook at the best of times, seeing cupcakes cooked over a campfire isn't necesarily something Shawn's used to.

"Didn't realise that sorta thing worked on a fire," he said finally.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't sure either," Anders admitted. "But the Internet said it was possible, so I had to test it out. You wanna risk trying one?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Deciding that the cupcake he had in hand was cool enough now to risk it, Anders stopped nibbling and took a bite instead.

". . . not quite." He swallowed and shrugged. "Guess the ones in there now better stay in a little longer."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad, of course, was more than happy to return a thumbs up as he moved in closer to the cupcake experiment. "Does it get me testing rights?" he asked. Because the food and the eating and the assumed deliciousness was what mattered.

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Shawn peered at them. "I'm gonna trust you won't give me Salmonella or some crap," he said after a second. "Why not."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I'll wait, then," Cally said. "Nothing worse than a gooey cupcake."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Depends." Anders pretended to hesitate on that one for a few moments. "What sort of testing rights bonuses are you looking for?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Only fair that I get to eat some."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

That sound? That was the sound of Anders internally flailing for just a moment, if you closed your eyes and listened very, very, very carefully.

"Well," he said slowly, "I had one already, so if that happens at least you won't be the only one?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sighed at her, feigning exasperation. "Have you no faith in even how my slightly gooey cupcakes taste?"

Beat.

"So not dirty."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Deal," Anders said instantly. "You're hired, or something."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," Chad said. And then paused for a moment.

"So...what do I do?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, really not dirty," Cally said. "So... heard you got attacked."

[stykera]

Stark, for some reason, felt oddly compelled to wander over to another campfire tonight. It was as if he had cupcake radar.

"Did it work?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders made a Vanna White sort of gesture toward the plate of cupcakes, then got up to dig the Dutch oven out of the coals and retrieve the latest batch. "Help yourself, dude. Easiest job ever."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It worked!" Anders told him gleefully, refilling the baking tray for a fresh batch. "It totally worked! Have one! Have . . . well, okay, I've only made a dozen so far."