Main Campfire, Monday Evening

[puppy_fair]

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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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm better than the average person pulled off the street," Bruce said. "Maybe not here. A street in a normal place."

[intraspective]

"That's somethin' at least," she agreed, smiling slightly. "It's a good thing being able to keep your thoughts to yourself."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce had the unique backup of having a fairly tortured brain that nobody would really want to spend too much time in anyway, which was... nice, in a sense?

"I feel like I still need to get better at it just as a precaution, but it'll do for now."