FDR Campfire, Wednesday evening

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Shilo had decided to celebrate a successful first day at work with a fire. So she'd found some kindling, an old newspaper, and matches, and was building a fire the same way that her father had taught her how to in the fireplace.

She didn't know if it worked the same way for a campfire, but she could only hope. Besides, it wasn't as if she was planning on this being someone's funeral pyre. Just a small campfire, and hopefully some company.

She suddenly wondered if she should have stopped for s'mores supplies.

[ooc: Oooooopen.]

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"No need," Yakko said. He pulled a small lightbulb with a very long pull chain from his pocket, held it up for a moment, then swallowed it. After a few seconds, he pulled on the chain and his stomach glowed. "If those Easy Bake Oven directions I read are right, they should be nicely toasted in forty to sixty minutes."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Riiiiiiight." Shilo decided that there was something very, very interesting and sane on the far side of the fire.