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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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"Oh, sure! The chocolate is up for grabs too!" Zack reached for the aforementioned marshy-in-Germany squares, and broke off a fairly generous piece, holding it toward-- Was that Dan? He seemed way too quiet but possibly just barely judgmental enough. Zack would reserve judgment for a few more moments, perhaps, before asking this guy for his name. Living in Fandom for a year had given him a bit of an idea as to how this sort of thing worked.

"And always a good choice, I think. You don't have to worry about accidentally lighting it on fire, or anything. It just melts."

Taking the offered marshy-chocolate thing, Blackagar tried to sniff it first. Just to be on the safe side. Humans were so careless with their diet, it was a wonder they managed to survive past puberty.

Then, after a moment, took a bite off the corner.

It was... palatable.

Hey, puberty was totally the time to be careless with your diet when you were a human! Of course, once you were a twenty-something you'd have to be more careful about it, but when you had that bouncy teenager metabolism working in your favor, why not feast on junk food?

Other than all the unhealthy reasons?

"Not too bad, right? Here, try it between two pieces of cracker, like a chocolate sandwich," Zack said, holding the package of graham crackers out toward the boy, next.

This was a lot of preparation for this food, you know. He was just lucky that Blackagar was the more laid back of the two--Germans at Fandom.

Taking the graham crackers, he did as instructed and cocked his head to the side to make sure none of the chocolate was peeking out the sides. It might melt in all the heat from the fire, after all.

"See, like that!" Zack sounded entirely too pleased about this guy's newfound ability to make a junk food sandwich, perhaps. "If you want, you can have this marshmallow for it, too. I only just burned it a little bit."

Trust him, this was progress.

On top of it all? That seemed like it would be more than just a bit messy. But Blackagar did the polite thing and held out his neatly constructed sandwich to be ruined by the gooey while thing.

Hey, the gooey white thing was totally what made it!

Zack grinned and proudly plunked the marshmallow in between a piece of graham and the chocolate, and then nodded. "Now try it!"

See? Totally a puppy.

It was vaguely dirty, but sadly neither of them understood the dirty part of it.

Somehow.

Blackagar looked it over before taking another hesitant bite. And then promptly spit it out, sticking his tongue out at the burn. Anyone else there would have been cursing and saying 'ow ow ow'.

And that would be Zack, wincing.

"Maybe... let it cool down a bit, first. The marshmallow was in the fire, and all."

Thank you for that timely warning, Zack.

Yes, Zack. Thank you so very much for all your help.

Blackagar shot him a look that implied he questioned Zack's ability to think beyond the next few minutes.

It was a look that had Zack scuffing his toes into the dirt underfoot. If he had a tail, it would be tucked between his knees right about now.

Such a puppy.

"If you like, I can go inside and get you some water or something for that," he offered.

Well. At least he was dutifully apologetic about these things. Blackagar took a breath before shaking his head.

He'd manage to continue on, but the offer was appreciated.

"Right, okay," Zack agreed. And then, after another moment, he had finally made up his mind on another matter. "I'm going to take it for granted that you're not Dan, at this point."

In spite of the uncanny resemblance to his roomie, and all. Dan would have said something by now. Unless he'd been bitten by a gremlin or a radioactive mime.

Blackagar just nodded in agreement with that. He gave a resigned little shrug because everyone seemed to make that mistake at first. Well, everyone but the telepaths, that is.

And that was because telepaths were all insightful. Weird, that.

"Didn't think so," Zack replied, twitching a little smile that was still kind of awkward, after that whole hot marshmallow thing. "I'm Zack. You're new, then?"

Yeah. These were the conversations upon which a student's entire first term was based, weren't they?

... Maybe with less burning.

Holding up a finger to have him pause, Blackagar reached into his pocket and pulled out a helpful little card.

My name is Blackagar. I am unable to speak.

Luckily the whole Dan thing had been figured out already.

"Black-a-gar," Zack read, grimacing a little as he did so. "I hope I'm not butchering the pronunciation of that on you."

That would be a great way to top off that whole marshmallow thing.

"In any case, it's good to meet you!"

He'd figured out the unable to speak part all on his own!

Blackagar shook his head, still looking rather good natured about it. No more than anyone else had. It didn't seem to fit in with most everyone else's names, after all.

He held out his free hand to shake. As was the custom here.

Handshake! Zack's grip was firm, but not hand-crushing. It was possible that he put conscious effort into not crushing hands, nowadays. Sometimes his strength got away from him when he was excited and not paying attention.

"You seem to be settling in okay, at least. Not from around here, though?"

... It was really the only way Zack could rationalize away not expecting a molten marshmallow to be hot.

Blackagar nodded gratefully that someone understood how... different Germany was from here. Germany didn't have marshmallows or people who acted like dogs.

...unless you counted those changed to have canine features by the mists, of course. But that was something else entirely.

"Me neither," Zack admitted. "One of those different world things, here. But at least Gaia is fairly similar to Earth."

Except for all of the insane parts, of course.

"It's not too bad, once you get used to it. I mean, so long as people don't go and do stupid things like forget to warn you about hot food." Little grin.

Well, yes. As long as you got over that quick enough, it all worked out.

Blackagar smiled about the same, shaking his head. Setting his 'sandwich' down on the seat near him, he dug out a small notepad and a pen.

Gaia?

"Gaia," Zack agreed after taking a moment to read what Blackagar had written. "Most of the locals just call it The Planet, but it has a name. I think it's one of those different reality worlds, instead of being from outer space somewhere in this universe, though. We're only just now developing a space program, back home."

Space was big and kind of nifty and all, but Zack sort of preferred keeping his feet on the ground. Usually.

"With Fandom, it's kind of hard to tell."

I think it is more interesting here than anywhere else in space, Blackagar wrote down in neat, careful letters.

If only because the Kree were out there and not here.

"You've been out there?" This was Zack's impressed face! Oooo! "What's it like?"

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