Franklin Delano Roosevelt Campfire, Monday Evening

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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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"Don't you have to take the SATs like, early in the morning on a Saturday?" Tony asked. "Maybe it's part of the prep."

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"Ew, that's a good point," Turtle had to admit, though her twisted expression of distaste remained. "Man. SATs are lame, but I'm going to Harvard, so they've got to be good."

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"I'm going to Vancouver Film School," Tony told her. "No SATs required."

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"Booooo," Turtle said, but she was grinning.

[wantstodirect]

Tony shrugged and grinned back. "We can't all go to Harvard."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"And we can't all go to film school."