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

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

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

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"Exactly like them," Chuck said with a nod. Still, he took a hit and exhaled to show Merlin how it was done before handing the joint over to him.

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Taking the joint, Merlin frowned at it for a moment before mimicking what Chuck had just done. He-- managed to hold it in his lungs for about three seconds before coughing.

"That relaxes people?"