Main Campfire [Sunday Afternoon]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

There was no fire, but there was a Joan with some snacks and sodas and a wee piglet running around and exploring the campground.

She also had a small battery operated radio playing oldies music.




[open like a campfire post]

Comments

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't answer my question, Hurley," Valentine pointed out with a small grin. "And what did you say last week?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"I kinda said she... might be too pretty for me," Hurley admitted. "It was... stupid."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't stupid," Valentine said, "it was just a misplaced compliment rooted in low self-confidence..."

"Okay," she gave a teasing grin, "maybe stupid is right."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, except that it meant I used to think it was okay for her to like me back when she had the pig nose," Hurley said.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Valentine blinked. "Wow, Hurley..."

He really shouldn't be allowed to talk anymore.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeeah," Hurley said. "Told you it was dumb."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Is it...true?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Hurley said. "More like... I got scared."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Well," Valentine said, "just explain that to her, then, and if she can't be forgiving for an honest fuck-up, then big deal. There's millions of other people in the world."