Scorpius campfire, Sunday evening

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was slouching in a lawn chair before the campfire, reflecting on how she could have possibly slept the day away. Must have been yesterday's trauma of squishing a nose. That was ten times gross.

She had slices of pepperoni skewered on a stick 'cause toasted pepperoni was sooo good; just like on a pizza. Besides, she couldn't find any hot dogs. Hopefully she didn't steal anyone's pepperoni and it's not like she was hungry, she just wanted a snack. Toasting cheese hadn't worked out so well.


[The campfire is open!]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"So that's what that smell is!" Turtle remarked as she drifted over. "Pepperoni! Clever, Amber! I like!"

Assuming, anyway, that the pepperoni was purchased at her store. If it wasn't, though, she'd certainly help consume it so that the next time pepperoni was purchased, it could be bought at Turtle & Canary.

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"Thanks, Turtle," Amber grinned. She wasn't going to mention where she got it from but only because she had no clue. "Help yourself. There's a whole pack there," she pointed. "And they are so yummy bein' cooked like this, I swear I could make myself sick eatin' them."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle gladly helped herself, spearing some pepperoni onto a stick and having a seat. "Well," she mused, "if it tastes as good as it smells...How've you been, Amber?"

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"Good. Slept the day away which is highly unusual for me, but I figure I must have been pretty tired, what with all the trauma yesterday," she said, brows raised. "I'm just glad there are no more noses about. You happened to see them, right?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's eyes went wide at the mention of the word trauma, but then chuckled once Amber continued with an explanation. "Oh, yeah, I saw 'em. Tried to sell them, actually, but it's a good thing no one bought one because at the end of the day, they all just stopped moving."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"I didn't notice the stoppin'. After I squished one accidentally, I took off runnin' back inside the cabin with Jack. It was terrible seein' a bloody nose with feet." Amber shivered and popped a pepperoni in her mouth.

"Ick. It was just icky."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...Eeeeew."

Turtle, clearly, agreed. Her nose scrunched up and she shook her head, then stuck out her tongue. "Blech. Ew, ew, ew. I would have hated the mess if Liz actually caught one...Thankfully, nose hunting isn't in her programming."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber cocked her head. "Who's Liz?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle blinked at Amber, then stared slightly.

"Liz? The robot security dog? ...At the store?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yeah. Right. Amber's not come across Liz yet?

"Oooooooh, okay," was all she could think of to say.

What? No one told her about Liz and the mun had no idea whatsoever!.

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Turtle's palm met her face slightly. "I have...really got to find someone to rework her programming. She's been with the store longer than even I have, so it's probably in bad need of an upgrade. Half the time, I swear, she doesn't show up, probably just sits inactive behind all the meat Squishy flavors."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"I'll look for her Wednesday when I go into work," she nodded firmly. A robot security dog she'd like to see. "I can even try to tinker with it if you want." Not that Amber even has a remote idea of how to 'tinker' with anything.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

And, no offense to her, but Amber never exactly struck Turtle as the tinkering type, anyway. "Uhhhhh, no," she said, as carefully as possible. "That's okay. I'll just take her into Mister Stark; I've been needing a reason to stop into his shop again, anyway."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Sometime later, Liir wandered out and plopped down not too far from Amber.

He didn't have anything with him, he didn't seem to want to do anything. He was just here, watching the flames, and trying to digest.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber noticed him as she nibbled on a piece of pepperoni. Just nibbled and watched, watched and nibbled.

Suddenly a slice flew in the air like a frisbe, right towards him...

Ooops.

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He caught it in his hand, moving surprisingly quick despite his previous stillness.

Then he dropped it and started waving his hand around.

"Ow!"

...it was hot!

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Oh my gosh! The little sucker just flew right off my stick!" It hadn't, but Amber was totally lying.

"Uh, great catch?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He was still shaking his hand.

"Hot!"

...he'd get to multisyllables when his palm wasn't burning. Oil oil oil! He started rubbing it on his pants legs but OW THAT HURT TOO wait rub rub rub okay better.

"Thanks..."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Crap.

Amber felt ten times bad now. She got up and stepped over and asked, "Can I see your hand?" Seriously, she hadn't known the pepperoni was that hot. "I'm so sorry, Liir. It was an... accident."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head firmly.

"It's fine. It wasn't really-- it feels hotter than it is. Don't worry about it."

He ducked his head.

"I'm fine. I promise."

And he showed his hand to her, mostly unscathed other than a greasy spot and a touch of pinkness. No actual damage, but he was a little more sensitive for the moment in the oddest of ways.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Hang on, I will be right back," she said after she saw the pink tone of his skin. Running inside the cabin, Amber quickly grabbed a can of spray ointment for burns and ran back out.

"This will help, instantly. Can I spray some on, please? Just hold your hand out..."

Amber was going to go to hell for lying. Geeze.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head and licked at his palm. Lowtech world, low tech medical proceedures.

"It'll be fine. It's fine now. Really, I promise. Amber, please. I don't need anything."

Ozma, he was a foulup.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Feeling dejected and like she couldn't absolve her little quilt-ridden action, Amber's shoulders drooped and she dropped the can to the ground before she sat back down. "Okay. But if you change your mind, it's right," she moved her head a bit, indicating the can that was currently rolling away, "there."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I will," he said.

Then, noticing the dejection, he gestured to the seat next to him.

"Do you suppose you could shift yourself here for a time? I could use, er, sane people. I spent the weekend in Oz and I feel like I was run over with sandpaper."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber didn't hesitate; she got up and sat down right beside him. Right now she'd do anything for him. "I did notice you weren't around, but I had no idea you'd even left." But not that he would tell her that he was leaving in the first place, anyhow. "Everythin' there not go so well I gather?"