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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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"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?"

Blackagar smiled and shook his head before jotting down a response.

Not me, but it's been heard of back home.

In Germany.

Dude, if Zack had known Germany was this awesome, he would have gone there for all of his vacations. Ever.

"Oooh, yeah? So it's sort of one of those things that's not really public, too? Some kids around here, it feels like they grew up in space. I think some did, actually."

Some who were sitting at this very campfire, perhaps. Shocking.

"It seems neat. I mean, once you get your head around all the stuff you don't know about out there."

You can't know everything, Blackagar wrote down after a moment. And it's for the best, I think.

"Probably is," Zack agreed after another moment of reading and mulling over those words. "There are some things that I've learned since coming here that I... kinda wish I never did. Knowing everything would be way too much of a burden."

Was that a hint of seriousness in the puppy's voice? Nah. Couldn't be.

One some people must take so that others don't have to, Blackagar wrote back.

He called that 'leadership'.

Zack just called that 'kinda crappy.'

"Then... I think I feel sorry for people put in that position. And they have my respect, too."

Blackagar gave a little shrug at it, not happy or sad at the description. Then, carefully wrote back:

Everyone has their place in life.

Zack offered Blackagar the barest hint of a smile at that.

"Speaking from experience?"

Things are set in place back where I am from. That can't be changed.

In Germany.

"I've heard that before," Zack replied, the smile not leaving his lips at all, even though he didn't mean to smile in the slightest. "I guess so long as people are reserved to live the way it's been laid out for them for all the right reasons, there's no point in trying to change it."

But that hinted that there was such a thing as wrong reasons, as well.

Speaking from experience? was the curious not back to him.

"I had a teacher who spoke a lot about burdens and honor and duty, back home," Zack explained, vaguely.

The had was there, to be interpreted however anybody cared to.

"Some stuff went on. It's nothing that really matters all that much anymore, anyhow."

Blackagar gave him a look that could be considered sympathetic and simply nodded, letting him leave it at that. A private matter, no doubt.

And Zack was thankful for that, nodding back at Blackagar in turn.

"Your, uh... Your sandwich is probably cool enough to eat, by now."

Ah! So it was.

Blackagar lifted it up in a sort of toast before taking another small bite. This time without any burns. So... automatically an improvement.

And the fact that there was no immediate recoil brought an actual little smile to Zack's face, there.

"Not too bad?"

Placing it in his mouth to hold like the mature king to be he was, Blackagar wrote back:

Sweet. Most food people share tends to be.

"If it isn't sweet, it's probably pizza or popcorn," Zack laughed, shrugging. "It's kind of like bonding food, I guess. You don't make nearly as many friends by offering them broccoli."

... Well, it mostly depended on the sorts of friends you wanted to make. And how the broccoli was prepared, Zack supposed. See, he'd managed to learn a couple of things while working at Fina, at least.

Oh god, Zack. You had to bring it up.

Broccoli?

Wow, Blackagar must have been from really, really far from here.

"It's a sort of vegetable," Zack explained. "They kind of look like... little green trees, sort of. Most little kids can't stand the stuff, but it's not terrible or anything."

Green trees. Green trees that small children didn't enjoy eating.

This was Blackagar's dubious face.

It was a dubious face that earned a shrug and a chuckle from Zack.

"And that's why we stick with sweets. They're safer, generally."

In all their sugary, tooth-rotting glory!

Main Campfire, Monday Evening

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