LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

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[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"I'm used to people staring at the thought of aliens," she explained. "Oh and also, the weather on my world is always perfect. Winter in Fandom, I warn, is painfully cold and wet."

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't stare at much," Jack said, matter-of-factly.

It would be ill-mannered, after all, and it wasted time. And, after his encounter with Merlin, he wasn't about to assume people were joking.

"I'm used to the cold and wet," he said. "I'm European, and this spring in the colon - America --- was a cold one. You're lucky to have perfect weather."

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry to hear that about your lands. It must make camping less than fun."

[bitten_notshy]

"I've never been camping, so I wouldn't properly know," Jack said. (Sebastien was very old, very rich, and a vampire. He did not sleep in tents.) "Is it something you do a lot of?"

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes! My people and I reside in the Whispering Wood. Sleeping out of doors is very common. Of course, we don't have your bugs or glitter problem."

[bitten_notshy]

"Glitter only happens in Fandom," Jack quickly assured her. "At home it's rain or snow. Or fog."