Franklin Delano Roosevelt Campfire, Monday Evening

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.


[[Open like a campfire!]]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah!" Turtle said. "I remember those! Very cool. And very good for you. They're amazing, aren't they?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"God, yes," Merlin said with a dreamy sigh. "Marshmallows are one of the best things about this place."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle chuckled a little; it was hard to not be amused with that kind of enthusiasm over marshmallows. "I like the chocolate best, myself."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

THEY WERE GOOD, OKAY?

"That's good too," Merlin replied with a grin. "But I'll leave that to you and Francine."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"You know," Turtle mused after a moment, "no one ever thinks about s'mores and goes, 'OHGOD, you know what I really like? The graham cracker.'"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's a bit like the plate for the good bits," Merlin said thoughtfully.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle actually liked that angle, and she nodded in agreement. "It is. But an edible one, which is nice. No dishes."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Easy to clean up!"