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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[glacial_queen]

Karla wrinkled her nose. "I think I'm the only person on this island who can't cook. And I'm not entirely certain what burgers and fries are, but comfort food sounds nice. And, now for more questions, if you don't mind: what does your...squad? do, if you don't cheer for sports, and what's a roller derby?"

[lovemykilt]

"We cheer for cheer's sake? It's all kind of meta. And a roller derby is . . . well, it's this sport you play on skates -- wheels on your feet. And you crash into each other and skate around and call yourselves by funky names and wear crazy costumes."

Priestly wasn't entirely sure of the exact rules of roller derby yet, actually.

[glacial_queen]

"Well, it certainly sounds" bizarre "interesting. At home, we have a different idea of skates. In the winter, we put blades on our feet and go skating over ponds that have frozen over."

[lovemykilt]

"Ice skates. Yeah, we've got those here, too. Roller skates are for when it's not cold out."