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Main Campfire, Wednesday Night

Dawn so didn't feel like herself. She'd had a bowl of cereal--rice krispies, for those who were being nosy--with milk and bananas for breakfast, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (strawberry) with chips on the side, sigh with milk and an apple for lunch, and chicken fried rice from Ching Tai for dinner.

God, she was bored. Still, a deal was a deal. To that end, she had a jar of chocolate syrup and was prepared to upend it over her head.

John was a dead man if she got mosquito-bitten.

And down the chocolate went on her hair. God, it felt smooshy.

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John let out a bunny sigh. He was trying to hop back to his cabin and the fog and weirdness had been sending him all over the place all afternoon.

It was with great relief that he saw Dawn at the campfire...and then great sorrow. Maybe she wouldn't know it was him. He could hope.

She squinted. Had someone lost a mop? "Hello?"

Hopping closer, he again wished for the power to speak, but settled for sort of snorting a greeting.

Oooh, she had chocolate. Maybe he could reach it. John stretched up on his bunny hind legs and pawed in the direction of the chocolate.

Dawn took a quick step backwards, still not sure what she was seeing in the darkness and fog. "No reaching, whatever you are! I'm not food!"

From where he stood rather precariously on his hindquarters, John attempted a bunny facepalm at yet another friend being terrified by him.

Here's the thing about bunny arms: They are wee. And John kept forgetting, and therefore fell over in the attempt. He shook as he rolled to his fluffy paws, trying to get the bits of grass out of his fur.

Dawn, being ~~prone to moments of blinding foolishness in the face of possible danger~~ Dawn, squatted down to get a closer look at the... "What are you? Do you eat people?"

John flattened his ears like they were wings on an airplane. He was a bunny! What else could he be? He turned, showing off his bunny tail and held up his bunny paws. It was obvious and if he wanted her to realize it was him, he'd totally mock her for not knowing what a bunny was when she saw one later.

Dawn had never seen a bunny that looked quite like John before. She held a hand out for him to sniff.

Oh, come on, the airplane wing thing was adorable. "Awwww."

Now that was a response he approved of. He hopped closer to rub his bunny face on her hand. It had been a bad day and pets were surprisingly good.

"I still don't know what you are, but if you're not going to eat me, I guess I can return the favor by scritching your ears," she said, scritching his ears.

Hmm. Her hands were sticky...oh chocolate. It would be weird later if he tried to lick it. Maybe he could paw at the chocolate and then lick his paws. He tried that.

Dawn started giggling. "You have some chocolate on your face. Sorry about that."

Licking his paws, John attempted to clean the chocolate from his bunny face. His fur was just so big and fluffy he couldn't get it all and seemingly made it worse.

Giggling pretty hard now, Dawn reached for the bunny, intending to clean him off the hem of what was once a reasonably clean t-shirt. "I'm so sorry. It's getting worse."

At least it was chocolate instead of Easy Cheese. Hopefully Jaina didn't mind giving another bunny bath.

Sam had gone looking for Dawn, and hadn't quite prepared for how long it would take. By the time he found her and was really able to see her, she already had the syrup in her hair, and Sam had to try to not laugh. "Oh my God, I didn't think you'd actually do it," he said.

Dawn crooked a chocolate-covered finger at him and beckoned him closer, forgetting for a minute he probably wouldn't be able to see in the fog. "A deal's a deal. You can't fight destiny."

"I know. I've got the skin-friendly glue ready. I'm just waiting for Dean to be unsuspecting," Sam replied, going to sit beside her.

"I didn't know he came that way," she said, licking some chocolate off her finger just in time for some more to drip from her hair onto her shoulder.

"He has his moments, where he's paying close attention to something else," Sam said, swiping his finger over her shoulder to get the chocolate. "Will you hit me if I say you look good?"

"You get different privileges," Dawn grinned, pulling her hair out of the way.

"Oh good," Sam said happily, licking the chocolate off of his finger. "At least you used good stuff. That was smart."

"Hey, if nothing else I know chocolate. Not that I could put anything fun in it," she grumbled. Stupid John.

"Fun like...?" Sam asked curiously, ready for anything.

"Raspberries, jellybeans, marshmallows, amaretto..." More frowning. "John made me be normal food girl today."

"Is it that painful?" Sam asked. "Think of it like taking a look into how the rest of us have to eat. For the record, I think marshmallows and amaretto are fairly normal additions to chocolate. Maybe not on your head though."

"So, like, I'm just taking a side trip through normaltown?" Dawn relaxed, liking that better. "Like the giant ball of yarn in Kansas, or whatever. Oooh, we should make Alec go see that sometime, just to see what he does."

She tried to run her fingers through her hair and it didn't go well. "I'm all covered in chocolate. Think I can go wash it off yet?"

"Is there a giant laser pointer anywhere? We should take him to that too," Sam said.

He brushed his finger down Dawn's hair, seeing how sticky it was getting. "I don't know, did John give you a time limit?"

"Just on the food thing, which was only for today, thank goodness," she said gratefully. "Maybe I can go shower and no one else has to know about this."

"Except John, to make sure he knows you did it, and doesn't hound you about it later," Sam replied.

"Yeah, I figured he'd be here to watch the embarrassment. Weird that he's not." She frowned as she wondered whether it would be gross to lick the chocolate off of her own arm.

"I'll tell him if I need to. Or maybe the radio will catch it," Sam said, although that wasn't the ideal option.

Rikku was going to stare. And try not to giggle, because that might be mean and she might be gremlin-bit.

"Um, Dawn?" she managed. "Did you ... realize you're ... pouring chocolate syrup on your hair?"

It was possible she didn't know. That was why Rikku was here. To help.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Yup. Sheppard gave me a destiny, so, well, destiny. Want some?" She offered Rikku the jar. "I also had to eat normal food all day."

Rikku raised an eyebrow at that. "To, uh. To eat, or to pour on my head?"

John Sheppard? That sounded familiar.

"... is that why Reno was singing and miming the other day?"

"You can eat it," she giggled, dipping her finger in, not that there was much point unless she wanted to risk getting her hand stuck in it while she got the remains out. "Wait. Reno was singing and miming? Reno?"

Rikku plopped down next to Dawn, grinning evilly. "'I'm a Little Teapot,'" she announced. "And he mimed being a chocobo. Baby chicken-thing. Lemme find it on here."

She was digging out her phone. Because her phone had video on it, and crap like that, you had to tape. Especially if it was your significant other. Especially if they weren't actually gremlin bit.

"Oh. My. God." She reached for the phone so she could see it, then remembered she shouldn't be touching anything because of the chocolate. "Show me?"

"Oh, you bet," Rikku said, cuing up her footage and holding it out so Dawn could watch. There was singing, and miming, and even some chocobo-ing, with lots of cheery commentary from offscreen.

"Please tell me you guys gave him a good destiny for this?" she laughed.

Dawn would have answered Rikku, but she was laughing too hard to breathe, much less explain that that had been his destiny.

Rikku sighed happily. Good blackmail footage, and she hadn't even sent it to Rude yet. She'd have to get on that.

"So what did John Sheppard end up doing, anyway?"

"Y'know, I don't know? Huh."

"You should charge him extra," she decided. "Tell him his destiny is to get screwed over a lot. It can't be that surprising, right?"

Dawn snorted. "Whose destiny isn't to get screwed over a lot?"

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