Theodore Roosevelt Campfire: Monday morningish

[thatsamilkshake]

There was a huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1, because with a day free of classes, Francine had figured she might as well schlep her things over at a leisurely pace.

You know what wasn't in the huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1? The marshmallows. Or the Hershey bars. Or the graham crackers.

Or Francine, because she was out by the campfire trying to get it started. Putting away her huge pile of stuff could wait. There were s'mores to be gobbled made.

[OOC: Oooooooopen!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Ergh," Francine said sympathetically, because she could just imagine taking a class from one of her mother's friends. In her nightmares.

"The seduction class?" Oh. Francine remembered that from signups. And wondered if anyone ever took something like that on purpose. They'd have to be people braver than her. "That's Mr. Bond, right? He's--" Dreeeeeamy. "--nice. But the last class he taught wasn't anything like that. It was all about food and drinks."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I would be much happier if this one was about food and drinks too," he said with a brief laugh.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I was in one of those too, my first term." And again with the sympathy. "Mr. Stinson and Ms. Bell's class. Not that it was..." She colored. "A bad class, but I'd never have signed up for it on my own."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I was in one of Ms. Bell's classes."

That... said enough.

"I know what you mean."