LBJ Campfire, Thursday Night

[likethegun]

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma was hungry, and she practically had a radar for anything chocolate or sugary within a five-cabin radius.

Besides, she was too lazy to light her own fire.

"I come bearing extras," she said, holding out a bag of marshmallows as an offering. "Mind if I crash?"

[likethegun]

"Go right ahead," Sam said, smiling as he accepted the offering. "You can help me keep the moose out of the fire too."

[icecoldfrost]

"What, we're not having roasted moose as the main course?" she asked. "I'm sure we could make it the next big delicacy; flame-charred moose in a chocolate glaze."

"Or you could. I can't cook worth crap."

[likethegun]

"I think that would be a dish to turn me vegetarian," Sam replied. "And I'm a crap cook too, unless we're talking desserts," he added, motioning to the chocolate as he passed it over to share.

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, the entire point of s'mores is to set them on fire, unless I've been doing it wrong all these years," Emma answered, stocking up on chocolate-goodness. She was planning on making more than a few. "My idea of cooking is picking up a menu. Nothing I create has ever been FDA-approved."

[likethegun]

"Wow, that actually sounds worse than my cooking," Sam said. "My specialties are things that are burned, things that have the wrong ingredients, and things that took out an appliance while they were being made."

[icecoldfrost]

"Things on fire, things melted, and creative ingredient substitution," Emma replied gleefully. "Unfortunately, a thing of ketchup does not substitute for one rip tomato, I've found."

You knew you were bad, when even the mad scientist you lived with wouldn't even eat your cooking.

[likethegun]

"It doesn't substitute?" Sam asked, sounding genuinely confused. This was why Dean did the cooking, really. "But it's like the same thing."

[icecoldfrost]

"That's what I said!" Emma replied, throwing up her hands. "They're red! They're both tomato-ish! But it came out rather, erm, toxic. And smooshy."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer nodded at the other girl, and smiled. "Hi," she said. "I'm Jennifer. I don't think we've met."

[icecoldfrost]

"Frost, darling. Emma Frost," she replied smoothly. "No, I don't think so. Are you one of the usual inmates, or another new arrival?"

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"This summer is my first," Jennifer said. "So, not really an inmate, I think. Though I guess I'm on my way to becoming one."

[icecoldfrost]

"Same," Emma said, eying the... puppy-looking-boy-thing warily. "I think it's a case of 'we're all mad here.'"

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer nodded. "But it's a good mad. I think."

[icecoldfrost]

"I've seen worse-mad." After all, Emma lived with Hank. "But the tiny moose are a bit odd."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"But cute," Jennifer said. "In a... majestic beast in pocket size form sort of way."

[icecoldfrost]

"I liked the glitter better," Emma sighed. "At least that had class."

[glacial_queen]

"Emma!" Karla was excited to see the other girl. She'd had a surfeit of male company for the day, and Emma was both interesting and talk to. "How are you?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Karla, darling!" Emma patted a seat by her. "Come here, dear. I have chocolate, and alcohol that won't make us both see stars for a week."

[glacial_queen]

"Then we are the perfect pair. I have marshmallows," she offered, sitting down where Emma had indicated. "And a desire for alcohol."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma grinned and slipped the small hip-flask from the back pocket of her jeans. "Vodka," she announced with a grin. "Nothing special, but it should give us a giggle."

[glacial_queen]

"Awww...and I was hoping we could wander around looking for people to teach us naughty songs," she said, holding out a hand for the bottle. After the day she'd had, she deserved a drink.

Aaaand Hellfires. Karla just realized she hadn't changed out of her Widow's Weeds. This day had already lasted a few hours too long.

[icecoldfrost]

She passed it over with a laugh. "We could ask," she replied, looking around. "I bet Chuck knows some. Or maybe one of the other boys."

[glacial_queen]

Karla burst out laughing. "I will give you a bottle of wine if you can get Chuck to sing naughty songs around the campfire."

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't think that would be much of a challenge," Emma said dryly. "Since Chuck seems the type to enjoy shocking people."

[Falling over now - night!]