Little Dipper Campfire [evening]

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Okay, so Kaylee was learning her way around the whole campfire thing, now that the rain had let up for a little bit. Tonight, she had equipped herself with marshmallows and sticks, as well as graham crackers and chocolate.

She was, perhaps, a little overly proud of herself for managing a real Earth thing without help from anyone.

Not that she'd really successfully made a s'more yet. She kept burning her marshmallows.

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"What's a typewriter?" Kaylee asked, wide-eyed.

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Cal's grin grew a little; the question was a lot cuter coming from Kaylee than it had been coming from Wes. "Exactly what it sounds like," he said. "It's something you use to write, by typing." His fingers danced a little in the air, miming the waltz against the keys. "Like a computer," he said, "but...vintage, I guess. Like me."

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"Ooooh. How vintage?" she asked, eyeing him. "'Cause I'm...um, really really not vintage."

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Cal took a moment to remember the exact dating. "32," he answered. "Which makes me 48. Not bad for my age, huh? How...not vintage are you?"

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"I'm..." Kaylee thought for a moment, doing some quick math in her head. "489 years from being born. I'm very mature for a person who's not even born yet."

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"Already tinkering with things and everything!" Cal pointed out with no small amount of awe, really. "That's incredible development."

There was a slight pause.

"489 years is a long ways up there..."

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"I'm from 'nother galaxy, too," she added, nodding. "The future ain't so different, though, I promise."

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"I'm not sure if that's good or bad," Cal admitted after a moment of consideration. "Although Jaina did mention glowy swords; I could be okay with glowy swords, but then there's that whole...various possible future things and this place is just...special like that."

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"We don't got glowy swords where I'm from," she said thoughtfully. "But we got space travel. Obviously. And real pretty ships."

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"Pretty?" Even if he tried, Cal wouldn't have been able to avoid being amused at that choice of adjective.

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"Very shiny," she enthused. "Um. Or 'cool' is what y'all say nowadays, I s'pose."

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Chuckling a little, Cal shook his head. "Like I'd know what was said nowadays. We did use cool, though. And groovy. Bouge for something gross. I like shiny."

Pause.

"As an adjective, I mean."

Last thing he needed was a statement like that to get back to Fan Butt somehow.