Little Dipper Campfire [evening]

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee...was not the best cook. But! Given what she'd been able to scrounge up, sweet-wise, she was doing just fine, thank you. She'd managed to locate a fair amount of candy and fresh fruit, and while her attempts to roast things over the fire weren't going very well (gummi bears, it turned out, were kinda melty), she was determined to at least try everything.

[open, as these things are!]

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[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Nooo, it's...melty," she told him, frowning at the stick over the fire, which had originally had some licorice stuck to the end of it.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Very melty," he observed as he took a seat. "Is it supposed to be melty?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," she mused. "I'm not used to the food here, so I was experimentin'."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Melty might be good," he said, trying to reassure her. "I like things melty. Ice cream and milkshakes and chocolate are really good if they're melty."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I'm not so sure this is still edible, though," she giggled, eyeing the dripping stick.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"We could put it in a cup and get a straw and invent a drink?" Ned proposed.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Oooh." She grinned at him. "Good thinkin'. Won't it get kinda hard, though?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Not if you drink it fast," Ned said after a moment to think about it. "Keep it close to the fire and it'll stay melty."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"But hot," she pointed out.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I have mittens!" Ned said. "Gloves. I mean gloves. Not mittens."

They were mittens.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You keep saying that," she noticed. "Somethin' wrong with mittens?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"...nothing," he said after a moment. "My dad used to call the mittens. I thought gloves would be better."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"What's with gloves bein' on everyone's mind today?" she wondered.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"They are?" Ned asked, frowning. "Uh. I don't know. I could ask around though. Maybe this place attracts gloves?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"My new boss pointed out I'm not wearin' gloves first thing today." Kaylee was very proud over that bit about how she had a job and all.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'm not wearing gloves," he said, pulling his hands out of his pockets and holding them up. "See, no gloves on these hands."

Though, he wondered if they would make touching easier.

Wait.

"New boss?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I got a job," she told him happily. "New repair-type place openin' up. The guy was real nice. It's like what I used to help my dad with at home."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Congratulations," Ned said, smiling. "Want some advice?"

Ned had no real advice. Ned was going to try and be funny.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Always," she said, taking him seriously.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

He leaned a little closer, looking around as if he was going to deliver some top secret advice.

"If you melt things there, don't put them in a cup," he told her as seriously as he could. "They won't fit."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She laughed, surprised at how funny it was. "'less we had a big cup. Really big cup."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Really big cup," he agreed. "Bigger than me?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"That'd be a biiiig cup," she said, eyeing him. "You're kinda a big guy."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Not...really," he said, taking a moment to look down at himself. "I'm pretty average."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You're tall," she said, shaking her head. "Big shoulders."