Rumor Gal Campfire; Monday Evening

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Chuck had no idea who kept starting these fires but he owed them money or something because it meant he would never have to learn. He was vaguely aware it involved some paper and some wood and...whatever, there was a fire going now, that's what mattered. He was leaning back against a log and was currently busying himself with rolling a joint.

He also jacked a bag of marshmallows for when the munchies kicked in. Always thinking ahead, this boy.

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After his time in the preserve, Merlin was back at the campfire and--oh! Someone to tell about the dinner.

"Chuck! Are you free Thursday evening?"

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Chuck raised his eyebrows and really hoped he wasn't about to be asked out on a date.

"I'm pretty sure I'm free," he asked. "Why?"

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"Good. Edmund wanted to have a dinner with the cabin. Don't worry, I'm asking Francine to help me cook, so there won't be any sort of illness."

It was a concern, okay?

Sanitation wasn't quite the same where he was from.

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"Francine's helping? Did you ask her to make her special brownies?" Chuck asked as he turned his attention back to the joint. "They're my favorite."

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"...I could ask if you wanted." Brownies did sound delicious.

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"I'd appreciate it. Of course she'll have to come and see me to get the special oregano they require," Chuck said. "Without it they're just plain old brownies."

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Which begged the question, "What's oregano?"

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Chuck smiled, so glad Merlin had asked that question. He lifted up the half finished joint carefully so Merlin could see the herb inside. "It's a kind of herb. Helps you relax when you smoke it and makes brownies taste delicious. But you have to get the special kind. The regular kind in stores isn't the same."

Really, really not the same.

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"Oh! I think Lady Ghanima has tea like that." Don't ask it, Merlin. Don't ask it. "Do you grow it here?"

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"No, no I don't. I'm afraid I don't have the skill for it," he said. Which was true. Growing pot took time and patience he didn't have. "I just buy it from others."

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"I can't be that hard. Karla and I are working on growing herbs now, perhaps we could help."

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Chuck tried not to look too excited about that. "...I suppose I could provide you with a few seeds and we could see how it goes."

Weed growing on the island? Dream come true for him.

He finished rolling up the joint and held it over the fire for the moment to light it. "You want to try some?"

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Merlin was far too excited about getting to work with a new herb! Maybe he could bring some back to Camelot!

"Like Katchoo's cigarettes, right?"

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Technically, Angela had been stopping in to see Hannibal. But took a bit of a detour when she saw Chuck, and came to the campfire instead.

"I see you're getting a good start on the evening," she noted.

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"Best way to relax," he said as he rolled up the joint. "You want some?"

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"Plenty relaxed already," Angela assured him with a little laugh. "Can I steal a marshmallow instead?"

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"Go right ahead. I'm not in the mood for them yet," he said, tossing the bag in her direction. "I was going to use them for the impending munchies."

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Angela grinned and caught it, before sitting down on a nearby log. "I never imagined you were really the marshmallows over a campfire sort," she commented.

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"I'm not. I enjoy a s'more every now and again but I prefer it when someone else makes it for me," he said. Chuck looked around the campground for a moment. "...and I have no idea where my s'more bitch is."

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"Who is your s'more bitch?" she asked as she pulled at the bag to open it. That was probably a silly question. "Wait... Sam?" Wild, wild guess.

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"I refuse to give up a name for fear of it getting back to the squirrels," he said. "...but he has made me s'mores before, yes."

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"You want me to make you a s'more, Chuck?" Because that she could do, even if she wasn't in any way his bitch.

You know, once she actually got the marshmallows open. Weakling.

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"Well I wouldn't say no," he said, smirking at her. Chuck eyed the bag. "You need help with that?"

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Angela held up one finger briefly. Because no, she was not giving up that easily, thank you, and tried a couple more times.

... Yeah, not happening.

"Yes," she said finally, holding it back out to him. "But I can make s'mores." Just kind of weedy, that's all. "You have other supplies for that handy?"

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"I've managed to procure some graham crackers and chocolate, yes," Chuck said, opening the bag easily and handing back over to her. He was an expert at opening up junk food. "Meaning I stole them from the kitchen."