Main Campfire, Monday Evening

[longislandiceme]

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

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[intraspective]

He was such a dork. She lobbed another marshmallow in his direction.

"How would you fight?" she wondered, laughing. "If you were flat--would you even be able to stand up?"

[puppy_fair]

This time, he caught the marshmallow and gave her a little salute with it before popping it into his mouth. It was a shame to let perfectly good sugar go to waste, after all.

"Probably not. Maybe I'd just trip them up or something. Or they could roll me up and swing me at things. Or glue me to a sheet of cardboard..." He made a face, and then shook his head, laughing too. "This is probably one of the weirder conversations I've had this week, I think."

[intraspective]

"You mean you don't normally talk about being flattened and then glued to things?" Ino asked, eyes wide and totally teasing. "What was the next weirdest thing you've talked 'bout this week then?"

She had to see how they compared!

[puppy_fair]

"The next weirdest, huh?" Zack leaned his head back, partly because of his nosebleed, and partly because it was easier to think while he was looking at the sky. "I had a conversation with a fuzzy frog about his acting career, and Arthur gave me lessons on keeping people from snoring..."

The theory behind that one had been simple. If you hit them hard enough, they wouldn't snore anymore.

[intraspective]

"...dare I ask what Arthur would know about that?" Ino asked, rolling her eyes with a laugh. "And, aw, I didn't know Robin wanted to act."

[puppy_fair]

"I guess Robin was on TV when he was little, playing some... Frogged... Prince thing? He was all proud because he got a kiss when he was a kid. Er. Tadpole. Pollywog?"

Zack wasn't exactly up on Earth fairy tales, no.

"Arthur just demonstrated his snore-stopping technique by slamming an elbow against the back of my head."

[intraspective]

"...wouldn't that technique make it worse?" Ino said, a bit dubious. "Because then they're awake and pissed."

She'd take snoring over that. Ino had no idea about the fairy tale either.

[puppy_fair]

Zack shrugged.

"They're awake and angry, but at least they're not snoring. I didn't see the logic in it, either. But logic and Arthur don't always live on the same planet if it's a matter of pride."

He meant this in the nicest way possible. Honest.

[intraspective]

Ino was just going to crack up laughing at that.

Because Ino didn't mean that in the nicest way possible--but then, Ino was a lot less nice than Zack was for sure.

"He makes his own rules," she said, once her giggle fit had calmed a bit.

[puppy_fair]

Zack laughed a little and nodded, and then plucked the toilet paper from his nostrils. Ew. Into the fire with those.

"He kinda does. But you can't say that they don't work, more or less. And he's not a bad guy."

Even if he didn't like having his nose beeped. Who in the world didn't like having their nose beeped?

[intraspective]

"He let's me say whatever I want," she said, in her own way agreeing with him about that assessment. "And he knows what a leader has got to be like."

[puppy_fair]

"And he's got a sense of honor," Zack added, finally. "And duty. Can't fault a leader who has those down-pat."

He grinned, a kind of sideways little grin.

"I guess it helps that I haven't had a sparring match with him yet that hasn't ended in me being thoroughly trounced."

[intraspective]

Ino laughed. "You need your leaders capable of beating you up?"

[puppy_fair]

"It's harder to say no to a guy who can get you on your back even though he's got the smaller sword," Zack noted.

That totally didn't come out right.

Zack was totally oblivious to that fact.

[intraspective]

She stared at him, trying to see if he got how that sounded.

...

...

Ino buried her face in her hands and howled with laughter.

[puppy_fair]

It was going to take Zack a few moments, yes.

...

...

Cue Zack, turning red as a beet and burying his face in his hands.

"Oh, no, not like..."

...

Cue Zack, groaning and reaching for the toilet paper again, yes.

[intraspective]

That just set her off again.

"Sorry!" Ino managed, around giggles. "I mean, I'm not--just sorry! But what you said!"

[puppy_fair]

Zack was running through the gauntlet of things he could say in his own defence in his head, and he was coming up short.

"You know, I don't think there's anything that I can say that'll actually make that sound any different, either."

[intraspective]

"Now that's talent," she said, snickering. "I mean, really, so bad."

And the mental images that brought!

"At least he wasn't here to hear that?"

[puppy_fair]

"He probably wouldn't have thought anything of it either, unless you were here to start laughing," Zack noted. "But wow, if he did? Awwwwwkwarrrrd."

[intraspective]

"Should I apologize for the way I think?" she asked archly. "Because I don't think I will."

Not for this, at least.

[puppy_fair]

"Wouldn't dream of asking you to," Zack replied, blushing somewhat furiously by this point and doing a half-decent job of hiding behind his handful of toilet paper. "I'm the one who walked right into it, anyhow."

[intraspective]

Awww.

"Don't worry," she said generously. "I won't hold it against you, or spread it around."

She'd just snicker when she saw Arthur next.