Theodore Roosevelt Campfire: Monday morningish

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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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"I think I spotted a pet store in town the other day," Griff pointed out. "But you'd look odd with a goatee. Unless that's your thing."

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a beard," Claudia said, then burst out laughing.

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"Not what I meant!" Griff tried. "I'm sure no one would think you a beard!"

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

Claudia laughed harder. "It's fine," she said. "The guy over there with the mohawk and the tats? That's my boyfriend."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Griff glanced his way. Yeah, they were a good match. "Oh, brilliant. He looks...nice."

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"He's totally nice," Claudia said. "And smart, and funny, and he makes really good cheeseburgers."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"That right there is the definition of a good guy," Griff told her. Like he knew. "Cling to those burgers."

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm a totally junk food nut," Claudia said cheerfully. "You don't have to tell me twice."