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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[likethegun]

"Good," Sam said, getting the graham crackers and chocolate ready. "So how are your workshops going? Did you end up in any you didn't want?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Not so this time!" Firekeeper said, clearly pleased with this. "Had help, in reading about what there is."

[likethegun]

"Oh good," Sam said, looking just as pleased. "So you're taking fun things? That's what summer's all about."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Flight is 'fun'," Firekeeper said, after giving it some thought. "If fun is not skills I can be using, in my world. Other classes is useful things."

[likethegun]

"Useful is good too. I've got a few of those types of classes," Sam said, getting a marshmallow nice and toasted. "Flight is a good class to take, because I think it's a little less serious than Ethics, so Professor Skywalker's not as scary." Not that he ever really stopped being scary, even to Sam.