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]

"Okay, you've officially sold me. Now I'm even more intrigued," Sam said, laughing as well. "I think it's really cool that you're going to be participating in the fair."

[glacial_queen]

Karla flushed and suddenly found her shoes to be very intriguing. "Well, I just wante everyone to see a little bit of where I come from. And since a lot of what I say about Kaeleer comes out negative due to context, I wanted to show everyone that it isn't all horrible uncles and unpleasant euphemisms. It's unicorns and pickleberries and satyr-pipe concerts, too."

[likethegun]

"I figured it couldn't be all bad, or you wouldn't keep talking about it," Sam said. "If there was nothing good about where you came from, I'd think you wouldn't want to tell anyone."