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Main Campfire, Monday Evening

Okay, so today had admittedly not been the most productive day that Zack had ever had. He'd skipped work today after having the meaning of Memorial Day explained to him by the gym teacher, and then he'd ~~handwavily~~ headed down to the graveyard. Angeal wasn't there, no, but it was about as close as he was going to get, and the time to just sit quietly and pay his respects had been good for him.

Now, to wrap the day up, he'd grabbed some marshmallows, bars of chocolate, and graham crackers, and he was working on getting a decently sized fire going.

Okay, so Zack's idea of a 'decently sized' fire was possibly not what most sane people considered to be one. He'd heaped the logs on kind of ridiculously high, and then he'd lit that sucker with a Fira spell. The result had singed his eyebrows a little at first, but hey, all the better for making s'mores, right?

... Once he blew out the marshmallow fire.

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"Depends how the wind blows," Ben said, giving the fire an appraising glance.

...don't be scary, Ben.

That response did earn a moment's pause from Zack, and he pursed his lips before shaking his head and reaching over to pat a spot on a nearby bench.

"On second thought, I think I'd have much better luck just burning my marshmallows, instead. That way, I don't have to worry much about the wind, right?"

"And you get dessert out of it, too," Ben said with a laugh. "It's a much better choice."

"Crazily enough, I can stick what survives of all of my failed attempts at 'lightly toasted' between two of these crackers with a piece of chocolate, and the result is delicious," Zack shared, as though this was some big secret. "I'm pretty much willing to call that a miracle, I think."

Because Zack's attempts at 'lightly toasted' tended to involve snuffing the flaming puffed sugar.

"I think they taste better burnt anyway," Ben said.

Mostly because he couldn't get them to be any other way.

"They have more character that way," Zack agreed. For much the same reason. "And once you pull off and eat the burned bits, you can stick the rest into the fire again and do it all over until there's nothing left."

Mmm. Delicious ashes.

"Things that are cooked over fire always taste good," Ben said. "Even if they've been on fire themselves."

Pause.

"I'm not a great cook. I can handle...salad. And reheating things."

"My idea of baking is buying cookies in town," Zack confessed. "So we're probably on about the same wavelength, there. How I still have my job at the café is a mystery to me."

It was possible that Lulu and the dishes all just took pity on the bouncy kid.

Ben snickered. "Do they let you cook?" he asked.

"Only the salads," Zack laughed. "And only the simple ones."

See? Totally on the same wavelength, there.

"My guess is that they keep me around because I'm pretty good at promoting the food in the vegetarian section of the menu."

No, they kept him around because nobody wanted to see him make sad puppyfaces if they told him to leave.

"You're vegetarian?" Ben replied, eyebrows going up a bit. "I didn't know that."

"It's sort of a matter of taste," Zack replied, taking this opportunity to idly pick at a graham cracker. "Meaty things and I haven't really gotten along too well, lately."

This possibly had something to do with almost eating people on two separate occasions. Thank you for that trauma, Fandom.

Ben tilted his head, not wanting to be rude and mention Zack's emotions about it. "Indigestion?" he offered.

"Indigestion," Zack agreed, thankful for the offering and giving Ben a little smile to show it. "It totally doesn't mess with my ability to eat cookies and ice cream, though, so I figure I'm not missing out on the important things."

He was a boy with priorities.

Ben grinned. "I'd miss bacon," he admitted. "And nerfburgers."

There was a small, thoughtful pause there, yes.

"Okay, I have to admit I kinda miss bacon," Zack admitted. "But I have no idea what a nerf is."

"Space cow," Ben replied promptly. "And not a fuzzy ball of any kind. There have been people who were confused here."

"Space cow!"

Don't mind Zack. He had to take this moment to break into a sugar-fuelled fit of giggles.

"Ben, that's probably the best phrase I've heard all day."

He winked. "Spent a lot of time inside, huh?" he teased.

"What, in general?" Zack laughed and shook his head. "I grew up in a small town. Chickens, sheep, plenty of small livestock. I kind of miss it sometimes, I suppose."

Also, space cow.

"No space cows?" Ben shook his head. "I'd offer to get you one but it's kind of smelly. And large."

"No room for space cows," Zack laughed. "Gongaga is in the middle of a jungle. Getting sheep into town is usually hard enough. A chocobo would be tricky, at that."

A pause, and then because Ben was kind enough to explain what a nerf was, he elaborated. "Giant riding chicken."

Ben burst out laughing. "Maybe we shouldn't have it meet a space cow. The genetic intermingling could bring terror to a number of galaxies."

"A giant riding space chickow," Zack attempted, and then he was laughing, too. "That sounds either terrifying, or like the most awesome farm animal ever."

He wanted one.

"Choconerf?" Ben laughed even harder. "I bet we could sell a dozen before people here figured out it wasn't a chocolate covered squishy ball."

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