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!]