Main Campfire [evening]

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

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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[glacial_queen]

"Do all butlers in Gotham cook?" Karla asked with a chuckle. "Dinah's butler--well, Helena's, really, cooks like a dream." She eyed him a little and smirked. "I bet her butler can outcook your friend's."

C'mon, Tim. You know another dare from Karla is exactly what you want right now.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"No way," Tim said. "Nobody can outcook him."

[glacial_queen]

"You just say that because you're from the wrong Gotham," Karla teased while the DC characters all died a little inside. "If I thought I could get away with it, I'd so try to lure Alfred away to my Court when I set it up."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"... Dinah's butler's name is Alfred?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla nodded, briefly distracted as the marshmallows she'd completely forgotten about turned into bright red balls of flame. "Mother Night!" she cursed, dropping them into the fire. "What a waste."

She turned back to Tim, still sulky she'd burned all her marshmallows. "Yup. Alfred. Of the most amazing cookies ever."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Who's Helena?" Tim asked.

[glacial_queen]

"Dinah's older sister," Karla answered. "Sorta. Let's see...Barbara's last name is Gordon, but that's not Helena's. It's...Kyle, yes. Helena Kyle. She's lives in a big old mansion in Gotham."

Karla knew better than to mention the Clocktower, but figured Wayne Manor shouldn't be an issue.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Do you know Alfred's last name?" Tim asked.

[glacial_queen]

Karla thought for a moment, and then looked completely surprised. "I...don't. Huh. It just never came up. He's Alfred. I kind of thought it was his last name, like Beale, the butler for the Hall."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Dick's family's butler's name is Alfred, too," Tim explained. "I don't think there's a Helena in the family, though."

[glacial_queen]

Karla frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think she's related to any Dicks," she said, though it was entirely possible Helena herself would disagree with that. "Probably just some kind of weird coincidence then."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Could be," Tim agreed. "I don't know if we should pit them against each other, though. What if it's the same Alfred who's working for a different family in Dinah's world?"

[glacial_queen]

"How likely is that?" Karla said, laughing. "Having two baking butlers named Alfred...okay I'm not sure if that's more or less likely than there just being one."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Alternate worlds make things complicated," Tim sighed. "As far as I know, our Alfred's never worked for the Kyle family."

[glacial_queen]

"Well, if your Alfred cooks even half as well as Dinah's, don't be surprised if I try to lure him away to my Court, either," Karla said, eyes bright with mischief. "Hopefully he won't be as devoted to the manor and the family and all as the one I know."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Tim said. "I don't think our Alfred's going anywhere."

[glacial_queen]

Karla pouted. "Not fair. Everyone gets an Alfred but me. And I've been good this year and everything!"

She paused to reconsider. "Well, mostly good."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim snickered. "Well, Alfred offered to make lunch for me to bring to you at work. Does that help a little?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla immediately stopped pouting. "He did? Really? With cookies?"

If there were no cookies, Karla would know that it wasn't the same Alfred.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"With cookies," Tim smiled. "Dick and I were talking about cheesesteaks or Gotham dogs - authentic hometown stuff, y'know? But Alfred insisted."

[glacial_queen]

"Those do sound good," Karla admitted. "Dinah gave me a Gotham dog my first visit back. But I've never had a cheesesteak."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"They're good! Don't know how well they'd transport, though," Tim said. "Alfred comes up with amazing stuff, so you won't miss the cheesesteaks."