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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[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"I just got the hat, then shoved as many games in there as I could," Yakko explained. He reached deep into the hat (his arm was in the hat up to his elbow even though the hat itself didn't seem to be stretching at all. And then he started pulling more games out one by one. "Chess. Connect Four. Candyland. Yahtzee. Clue. Parcheesi. Sorry, no Girl-Talk."

[icecoldfrost]

"No Battleship?" She asked, ignoring the violation of physics for now. Some how, this boy struck her as a fan of the classics.

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"It sunk," Yakko said with a shrug.