FDR Campfire, Friday Night

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Hurley settled down at his campfire and started a proper fire. He had his s'mores fixings, as well as stuff for hot dogs. A well balanced diet, that's what he was after.

After a long day at work, this was the life, he thought.

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The smell of food was annoying, but after the fair and all, she was quite prepared for the simplicity of a fire. If it had company, that was all right, but she didn't particularly care.

She happened on one already lit and plopped herself down. It took her a minute to notice where the food smell was coming from and she threw up a little wave for him before slouching down against the log.

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Hurley waved back. "You want anything? I got lots of extras."

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She shook her head; it would be a waste, after all, though she didn't take the time to explain that.

"Thank you, though."

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Penelope wandered by and seeing Hurley, she stepped over and sat down by him.

"Good evening, Hurley."

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"S'okay," Hurley said. "I'm Hurley, by the way."

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"Hey Penelope," Hurley said. "You want a s'more? Or a hot dog?"

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"Fiona," she offered with a small, smile. She was a little tired, but still in a wonderful mood. Tutoring Himura had gone very well.

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"A S'more, please," she replied politely.

"It's a very nice evening to be out by the fire. Have you had a good day?"

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"Cool," Hurley said. "What cabin you in?"

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Hurley skewered a marshmallow to get started for her.

"Definitely," he said. "Not much flower sales, sadly."

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Her face scrunched up in distaste.

"Hoover," she said.

"I like my cabin mates. I just don't like the president."

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"I promise to come in and purchase something next week," she commented, helpfully.

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"If you come in, I'm buying you something," Hurley said.

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She grinned wide and nudged him with her shoulder. "That defeats the purpose of a customer sale, doesn't it?"

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"Well, good thing the presidents aren't actually hanging out in the cabins," Hurley joked.

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"Bah," Hurley said. "I'd rather buy you something."

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It fell a little flat as she needed a moment to get the joke. She smiled at him, though.

"Yes, probably best. I'd start criticizing his economic policies and no one would ever sleep."

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"You're sweet but you don't need to." Even though it made her feel warm and squishy inside.

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"Heh. And I'd be, like, playing mine at connect four all the time. Or... pushing him around town and racing people. That'd be awesome," Hurley said.

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"But I want to," Hurley said. "That trumps, like, not needing to."

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"...why?"

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"Dude, it's FDR," Hurley said. "Who wouldn't want to race him around town?"

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"...I'd want to discuss his feelings on his choices during and before World War II."

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She laughed. "Okay, it possibly does. Unless I don't come in next Friday," she teased.

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"See, that's too serious for me," Hurley said. "That'd be, like, depressing, maybe."