Main Campfire [evening]

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So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]

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"They're stale," Puck replied, glancing over at him. "They're past their prime. I'm putting 'em out of their miseries."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I wish I still had some of my fireworks. It'd be interesting to see what happens when you stuff a cherry bomb in one of those," Peter said.

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"Dude, I missed cherry bombs?" Puck said in unhappy tones normally reserved for hearing that he'd missed a flock of naked cheerleaders or something.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"You also missed me getting vaguely threatened with violence for setting off cherry bombs, so I'm not sure you need to be too disappointed," Peter said.

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"Whatever, I like violence. Sounds like a good night," Puck replied, grinning.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I prefer nights that don't end with me getting a bloody lip," Peter said. "Unless it's really worth it. Then, well, a good fight isn't too big a deal."