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]

"I was invited to," she told him. "But I said I might do it next time, instead. It's a tradition, I guess."

[withoutverona]

"They skipped it in January. Which might be for the better since it was about five degrees out," Romeo exaggerated. "I'll need to participate the next time through."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I was told it's weekly," she told him, frowning.

[withoutverona]

"If it is it's never been honored in my presence," he told her. "Maybe it's most celebrated in warm weather."

He glanced down at himself, weighing taking his own shirt off at such an event. He knew he was thin, and he always felt vulnerable with his chest exposed. But if it was a tradition...

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Well, I gave m'word that I'd participate," she said, smiling widely. "So next time it rolls 'round, I'll have to remember to wear my prettiest skivvies."