Main Campfire | Afternoon | Wednesday | May 26

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Being the cabins was a bit of a drag but Alex wasn't going to sit and sulk about it. Well, he wasn't going to do that today. If he wanted to sulk, he could go outside and do it anyway. Luckily, he wasn't sulking.

Smoking? Yes, that was definitely happening but when wasn't it happening when Alex had cigarettes and a lighter available? There wasn't much else he thought he needed to do at a campfire. he did have his phone out and it was propped against a bent knee while he scrolled through some of his favorite photos that someone else had stuck on there.

Simple pleasures, man. Simple pleasures.

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla walked past with a plate full of terrible, terrible cookies.

"Would you like one?" she offered, holding them out. "They're snickerdoodies."

Close, Rilla.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Uh." Well, it wasn't like girls tended to go around offering him cookies randomly. "Yeah, sure. You buy 'em or something?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I made them in baking class," Rilla said proudly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex faltered for a moment, wondering if he should question her baking skills before taking a bite. He did take a cookie though.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, not eating it just yet. "What's in 'em?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Cinnamon," Rilla said promptly, "and other cookie...things."

And salt. A lot of salt.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, cinnamon didn't sound so bad. Alex thought he could take a chance so he bit into the cookie and immediately wished he hadn't.

"Holy. Shit," Alex managed to stutter out when the salt hit his taste buds and nearly killed him.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla's jaw dropped, mostly at the vulgar language. "I beg your pardon?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was still trying to chew the bite of the cookie without spitting it up. That should get him some points.

"What the hell am I tasting?" Alex asked, grimacing. "Bile?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla's lower lip started trembling. "I don't think so?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Oh god, she was going to cry. He was torn between letting her because this cookie was really bad and trying to stop it because he did not deal well with crying people.

"They're strong," he said, going with honest but not cruel. "Sure there's cinnamon in here? I don't know if I can taste it."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I'm positive of it," Rilla said, voice still a little quavery. "Last week I used caraway accidentally so I made sure to check."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Jesus, if this was how the cookies were supposed to taste, Alex was going to have to never eat them again.

"Uh huh." He did manage to choke down the first bite though. "They're really strong. I think I might have seared off a taste bud or two."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Are you perhaps from a different planet?" Rilla asked, trying to sound casual.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm from fucking Mars," he said dryly before shaking his head. "I'm not. I'm from this planet and this country. No autographs, please."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Her little nose wrinkled up. "Language, please."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Really? Again?" Alex asked, rolling his eyes. "Get a fucking hobby, my language is fine."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"So you spend most of your time hauling in fish, then?" Rilla asked archly. "You use some of the same phrasing as the smelly captains from the Lower Glen."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Look, we are not all from your time," Alex told her pointedly. "Adjust. I don't have to change before your ears can't take it."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You are a rude, uncouth lout and I am not going to adjust to that," Rilla said, lifting her chin.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Then, you are gonna have to adjust to people just not being willing to change their ways because you're offended," Alex advised. "You're not the boss of people."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"And you are not worth my attention or my cookies," Rilla said.

Because he totally wanted another cookie. Truly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Look, you put too much fucking salt in the cookies," Alex said bluntly. "Don't dump so much of those in there and they'll be fine. And you're really not gonna make it here if you keep getting offended at every little thing."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It's not every little thing," Rilla said. "It's language that would be out of place on a dock full of shorehands, and so far, sir, you are the only one who's used it."

She turned on her heel and flounced stalked away.