Sirius Campfire: Sunday Morning

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After a day spent frolicking in the Preserve with all her new friends, Giselle was almost sad to have woken back up as a girl.  But the sun was shining, and she'd made a lovely fire and even found some yummy breakfast food in the living room of the cabin.

Her friends - the squirrels and chipmunks and even a few teal deer - were still sitting around the campfire, and Giselle was talking animatedly to them, slightly saddened they didn't talk back like they did in Andalasia. 

[OOC:  Campfire!  Open!  Breakfast!]

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"That's so sad," Giselle told him. "Maybe we can change it. With the yin and yang? Because...I think everyone's nice. Just sometimes they hide it more than usual."

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Hiding it. Yeah. Those bums in the park, those creeps at the Sixty-Niners, Jerome, Rex Reese. Cal was just so sure they did what they did to him because they were just hiding their niceness. He shook his head.

"Yeah," he said quietly, finding himself unable to suggest otherwise when faced with her dizzying naivety.. "Maybe that's just it."

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"It could be," she said encouragingly because even she was able to see a little bit of Cal's conflict about that. "But then when I came here I ran into a lot of people who seemed to try very hard to be mean. And maybe it's harder to be nice in that world."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"It would seem that way a lot, yeah; I take it you don't have much difficulty being nice, though."

Call it a hunch.