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!]]

Comments

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Of course! You put the marshmallow--" He grabbed one of the white blobs and offered it to her. "--on a stick to roast it."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Roast it?" Shilo looked from the stick, to the blob, to the fire, and then to Merlin. "Where's the oven?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Over the--" pathetic "--fire."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"And on the stick?" Shilo had finally glanced around and noticed what the others were doing.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes! You cook it until it's a soft and then add it to the chocolate and crackers," He said, grabbing her the rest of the bits.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo examined the crackers. "What kind are these?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Graham." No, he didn't know what kind that was. "It's quite good if you wanted to try it."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

She takes a nibble from one corner. "Hey... that tastes like childhood really good!" Maybe this s'more thing wasn't so worrisome after all.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"See? I know what I'm talking about after all."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"I shall never doubt you again," she joked, while putting her marshmallow on the stick.