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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[longislandiceme]

"I wouldn't even know where to start," Bobby confessed.

[puppy_fair]

"It would be like explaining purple to a blind man," Zack decided. "I'd try, but I don't know if I'd do a good job."

[longislandiceme]

"I hope that talking about it doesn't mean it's gonna end up coming true," Bobby said.