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]

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."