Alligator Campfire, Sunday Night

[glacial_queen]

Karla had been here a year, she knew the drill by now. Summer meant cabins, cabins meant campfires, campfires meant s'mores. It was the natural Way of the Universe, or something.

And since Karla was determined to kick her lingering bad mood, she was sitting outside Alligator cabin, campfire blazing, and plenty of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for sharing.

[Open to everyone, cabinmates and visitors alike! Now even in the right Comm!]

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[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim was out exploring the campsite when he spotted Karla. "Hey," he smiled. "You making s'mores?"

[glacial_queen]

"I am!" Karla said, waving him over. "It's a tradition for the cabins. I'm fairly certain that if s'mores aren't made, the island explodes or something."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim sat down on a log next to her and picked up a toasting fork. "Then I guess I have no choice," he said. "An explosion would be way too messy."

[glacial_queen]

""Exactly," Karla agreed, handing over a bag of marshmallows. "Plus, I like my stuff pretty non-exploded. Really, we're doing it for the good of everyone."

She bit into a s'more and grinned. "Mmmm. Responsibility is delicious."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim took two marshmallows, put them on his stick and stuck them over a bit of the fire that was more coals than flame. "I'll save the island every night we're out here, if I must," Tim offered.

[glacial_queen]

"You are soooo brave!" Karla said, trying to look starry-eyed. Of course, the laughing might have diminished the effect some. "My hero!"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim turned the fork in increments, cooking the marshmallows evenly all over. He smirks. "It's only what any good citizen would do, ma'am."

[glacial_queen]

"Though if you make yourself sick, the island gets insulted," Karla warned, adding two more marshmallows to her stick. "And then explodes twice."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim snorted. "Please. I can eat a whole bag of marshmallows without getting sick." Yes, he knows this for a fact.

[glacial_queen]

"Maybe you can, but a whole bag every night for the next five weeks?" Karla asked, waggling her stick at him not-dirty. probably. "That might even start to affect your iron stomach, Hero."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"I bet I can," Tim grinned.

[glacial_queen]

"Sounds like a da~are..." Karla sing-songed as a wicked grin bloomed. "I mean, I'm willing to supply bags of marshmallows to see this gastronomical feat."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"One bag each night we're out at the cabins?" Tim asked. "Do they have to be straight or can I prepare them anyway I like?"

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"S'mores!" Dandelion shouted with a hop, skip and a jump into the Alligator campire area. "S'mores! Let the Kum-bah-yah's begin!"

[glacial_queen]

"Let the whats begin?" Karla asked, confused. Her experience with s'mores had not extended into kumbananas or whatever she'd said.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Okay, fine we'll skip the singing part," Dandelion said happily as she plopped down in front of the fire. "Let's burn some white sugary blobs and smoosh them!"

[glacial_queen]

Karla could get behind roasting marshmallows, regardless of whatever else was going on. "Smooshing them's the best part," she agreed, holding her marshmallow over the flames. "Well, after eating them, I guess."

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"I like pretending they're very small vikings when I smoosh them," Dandelion chirped happily. "That way I get sugary goodness and release my violent tendencies all at once."

[glacial_queen]

"What's a viking?" Karla asked. Her conversation with Hiccup hadn't gotten much past the wonders of the teevee.

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"The most vicious race of warriors known for the ransacking and pillaging of innocents and defenseless puppies," Dandelion growled.

Which wasn't really true on any level. Probably.

"And apparently they run with dinosaurs."

[glacial_queen]

"..." Karla wasn't sure if she should believe Dandelion or not. On the one hand, she could completely believe in a race devoted to ransacking and pillaging innocents. In Kaeleer, they were called jhinka. On the other hand, "...dinosaurs?"

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Dandelion said seriously. "They've returned to Fandom to punish us for using fossil fuels."

They so haven't.

[glacial_queen]

"They have?" Karla asked, whipping her head around as if she expected to see a pack of howling warriors come charging into the light of the campfire. "The island's being invaded again? And what the Hell are fossil fuels?"

[kissytheface.livejournal.com]

"Oil. Petroleum. Black gold. Texas tea," Dandelion said staring into the fire. "Though I've only seen one dinosaur. It let me hug him. Or her. I didn't check when I did the hugghing."

[glacial_queen]

Karla still wasn't sure what Dandelion was talking about. Who needed oil when everything ran on Craft? "Wait--so these vikings are angry about foodstuffs and jewelry?"