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]

"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.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She thought about her answer. "What if I was?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'd lend you my coat," he answered.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

This time, she didn't self-correct. "You're cute to offer. I'm okay, though. Not too cold. There's a fire."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Okay." It was a good answer. His coat was heavy, after all. It'd needed to be. "Fires are better than coats anyway."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes," she agreed, smiling over at him. "Might take you up on that some other time if I get 'specially cold and there ain't no fire."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'll wear it every few days," he promised. "Keep it warm for you."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She grinned. "I ain't never had anyone offer to wear a coat just to keep me warm in the possible future."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

He blushed and ducked his head. "It keeps it...I mean, it's cozy. It's more...homey. It's home."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"It's also probably really big for me," she pointed out.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Oh, well, it probably is," he said, having not thought of that. "But, it's really warm. I've had it for a long time. My...it's really warm."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Your what?" she prompted.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"My...mother got me that coat to grow into," he said, very quickly and very mumbled.