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]

"Tahiri. Little and blonde, yes?" Emma asked, holding up a hand to indicate the other girl's height. "She mentioned you were friends."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Is such," Firekeeper confirmed, lips quirking up in a smile at the mention of her friend's height. "She is good friend, yes. Wise thoughts on many things. Like shoes."

[icecoldfrost]

"Shoes-smart?" Emma perked up. "Is there a decent shoe store around here? I'm desperate to do some shopping; I've only got two pairs of shoes right now, and I'll wear through them by fall at this rate."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

And that got a laugh out of Firekeeper, who wriggled a bare foot in Emma's direction. "She not wear any. I not either, though in winter boots is better than feet freezing."

[icecoldfrost]

"We don't want your toes falling off from frost-bite," Emma agreed as she wriggled her own ballet-flat clad foot at Blysse. "I'm too much of a chicken to go about barefoot. I'd get distracted and step on something sharp, and I do so hate blood."