Little Dipper Campfire [evening]

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

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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[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"No, because I'd insist on you taking the bed," he said. "I'd want you to take the bed."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Too bad," she said stubbornly.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Ned sighed, trying to figure out a way he could make her take the bed. Yes, it didn't matter that this bed was completely theoretical.

"Why would you want me to take the bed?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"'Cause I like you and want you to be comfy," she said logically.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'd be comfortable on the floor," he told her.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "Not as much as if you were on the bed."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You shouldn't worry about that," he said. "Not important."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You can't make me," she protested.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He knew she was right. Hard to argue when someone was right. "It's just."

Just what?

"It's just I'd be more comfortable and feel more secure if you took the theoretical bed," Ned said. "And I believe it would benefit us both. You're better with your hands. Proven. Should we be stuck with the last bed on the island, you being more comfortable would be more conducive to you building and repairing beds that were destroyed. I don't do much in terms of usefulness but my good deed would be allowing you that last bed so you could help care for us all. A good night's sleep has been proven to produce more alert and energetic people. If I took the bed, slept and woke up, I'd still be unable to do anything more useful than bake something or stand around and stare."

He paused, took a breath.

"I don't want much," he said quietly, "but I'd want you to take the bed."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee stared at him. "...but," she countered, thinking about that, "I'd sleep better, knowin' you were warm and comfy, too. There ain't no reason we couldn't share."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I don't." He winced and hunched his shoulders, trying desperately to fight that off. "The floor might be better for me."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Then the floor's good for me too," she decided.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"The bed would go to waste," he said quietly.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Oh well," she said, shrugging. "Floor'll be fine."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

He watched for a moment, unsure. "You might not sleep well."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You might not either," she argued. "Plus, if I'm buildin' beds -- and I don't build, much, but still -- I'd need someone bigger'n me to carry the lumber 'round, so you'd need to be rested, too."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

He looked down at the fire, watched the flames and enjoyed the warmth on his face. Warmth.

"Hey, Kaylee?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Ned?" She looked over, watching him.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"If we both decided to sleep on the floor, I'd..." He blushed and kept looking at the fire. "I'd share my blanket with you."

He'd figure out the logistics of that when the theoretical bed became real.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee grinned, color rising a little in her cheeks. "Awww, that's so -- um." She cut that word off, because she could tell that it'd taken him a little effort to get that out. "That's awful sweet of you."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I have a big blanket," he explained shyly. "A warm blanket. You wouldn't be cold. I promise."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She smiled shyly, studying the fire for a second. "I wouldn't let you get cold, either," she promised, and she let him interpret that however he liked.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Thank you," he said, pleased that he hadn't fallen over. It was just a theoretical bed after all. Just theoretical. "Being warm is a good thing. Very good thing."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Much better'n being cold," she agreed seriously.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Are you cold right now?" Ned asked.