Andromeda campfire, Saturday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Yesterday had left Jaina with more serious thoughts than she wanted to have, so she spent her morning trying out different scenarios in the flight shed. She would have been mentally thanking Anakin for the key but she was still a little upset over that boyfriend-threatening thing, so there went that.

When she got back, she decided since it wasn't really raining rain, there was no harm in starting a campfire. Besides, the candy rain meant s'mores might be more interesting, so she brought graham crackers out from the cabin, too. Even a year later, the Turtles had made their impression.


[Yes I changed it. There was peer pressure. Open! Boooooooooooooooooooooored.]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Well," Cal told himself, "we didn't get mimes this weekend, so I'm going to hope that us talking about this doesn't lead to the first snow being a snow of...you."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"You have to figure that enough people say enough things about what could happen that only a few of them are going to actually happen," Dick reasoned. "I think the probabilities are on my side still."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

After realizing he had nothing to really say to that, Cal just offered a slight, apologetic sort of smile. "Sorry," he said. "I just have this whole...thing about being prepared for anything..."

One could only take life throwing them so many curve balls for so long before you start altering your game accordingly.

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"You're not the first person I've met like that," Dick said. "By the way, I'm Dick."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Cal." He jerked his chin up in greeting over offering a hand. "Hi."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

Dick wiped some melty marshmallow off his hand before shaking Cal's. "Nice to meet you. "So, what kind of things are you prepared for here? Just so I know when to stick close to you and mooch off your preparation."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Stick close to was not the kind of phrase that particularly warmed cal up to people; it inspired a small, fleeting moment of staring at Dick before he muttered, "I'm not that prepared. I'm just good at pretending."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. "Well, apparently you definitely aren't prepared for joking. You don't have to worry about any mooching, I promise."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Oh, great. Way to make that one good and obvious, Cal. He cleared his throat a little. "Hey," he tried, "I'm just looking out for you, man. Preparation only gets so far, anyway. You're talking to a guy who's been randomly hit by a tractor, so..."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"When you say, 'randomly', was it at least on a farm?" Dick asked.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Nope!" Realizing that the question really put fuel to his fire, Cal grew a little bit of a smirk. "Country road, but it was kind of in the woods, actually."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Why would someone drive a tractor in the woods?" Dick asked.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You know, I didn't think to ask," Cal admitted. "Being mostly unconscious and everything."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Then I guess I'll never know the answer. That's gonna bug me," Dick said. "So, were you okay?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal just sort of stared at Dick. Mostly, this was because he felt that the fact that he was sitting there as they spoke, munching on s'mores, was a good indication. There was, of course, that whole fact that it completely changed his life around in a way no one in the world probably could have expected, but, hey, yeah, he was kind of good in that respect, too.

"...Yeah," he finally muttered. "I made it out okay."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Nothing broken or anything?" Dick asked. "Well done. I'd say it was lucky, but I have trouble calling 'hit by a tractor in the woods' lucky no matter how it worked out."