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]

Since the mun was totally up for the mod, Yakko started chasing after the fish because he had a great joke to tell them, despite the fact that he couldn't really talk underwater.

Alas, his short attention span meant that his new fiance was quickly forgotten for now.

[It was the only way to wrap this thread up after a day. :D]

[glacial_queen]

Karla picked herself up off the ground, stared disbelievingly in the direction of the fishpond, and just shook her head. She was far too tired to even think about what just happened.

She did grab the moose and spend some time cuddling him. Poor little guy.

[Good call. We'll have to continue our deathless romance another time.]