William Howard Taft Campfire, Thursday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo was still sleepy when he wandered out of the cabin, mug of coffee clenched in one hand. (Someday he'd learn to make it properly without burning it. This wasn't that day, but this attempt was at least palatable when mixed almost 50-50 with cream and sugar.) That was his only excuse for thinking the falling glitter was snow at first, and his only reaction was faint disgust that they weren't done with the cold and wet part of the year yet.

Then he noticed the "snow" wasn't melting against his flesh and was, in fact, sparkling. He stood there stupidly in the morning sun, rotating his glittering limbs and wondering if he should be feeling some urge to kiss a boy.

[OOC: Open, unlit campfire!]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"We should do real yakitori at one of the campfires, reel them in with food!" Dōjima suggested. "Only I don't know if me and fire and food is a good plan. Cal usually gets to light the cheese on fire for a reason."

[intraspective]

"I can do fires," she said, making a face. "But cooking is not my favourite thing to do at all!"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I passed Deadpool's class," Dōjima replied, "which I think means I'm non-toxic. Beyond that, it's just not something you generally want to eat."

"I can do basic stuff, like ramen or onigiri or pasta, but anything harder than that, and you don't want to taste it." Dōjima grinned unrepentantly. "That's what take-out is for."

[intraspective]

"We could talk Liir into cooking for us," she said, giggling. "As, well, I can cook, no girl graduates the Academy without some knowledge in that? But I hate it so much. I'm totally happier living off what other people make for me."