Main Campfire - Morning before classes

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Weather still too hot. Check. Cabin stinking of leeches. Check. Half naked boy. Check. Half naked boy eating. Check.

Hopefully those thunderstorms wouldn't take much longer to reach the island, but for now it was dry and Jake had taken up position at the main campfire. There was a bag from J,GOB resting on the ground between his feet. He was planning on just eating it all by himself, but if you'd ask nicely enough he might be willing to share.

Might.

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"I'd always thought I'd want to be a mechanic," Jake said. "So anything along that line would be sweet."

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Warren tilted his head thoughtfully. "So, a shop of your own, that kind of thing? Or something on a bigger scale, where you're the guy who designs the vehicles that people buy in the first place?"

Warren, stop thinking about buying a stranger a garage in Northern Canada.

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Jake laughed at the tone. "More a shop of my own, or not. Just something where I get to tinker with cars and get paid for it," he chuckled. "Even if designing a car sounds kind of cool. I'd just have no idea where to start."

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"No plans to learn that sort of thing in college then, I take it?"

Warren, don't start planning this guy's post-secondary career, too.

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At least Jake was so far oblivious to his whole future being planned out on the spot.

"Maybe? I dunno, was thinking of going in that direction anyway, but you know... genes getting in the way and all that," he shrugged. "It's kind of vague where I'm heading to next."

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"Well..." Warren pursed his lips faintly. "If you ever get it in your head that you'd like a garage of your own, come talk to me. Maybe we can some up with some sort of business arrangement."

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Jake raised an eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't you?" he realized.

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Warren shrugged, smiling faintly.

"Shouldn't I be?"

Warren had a keen grasp on the value of a dollar, true. But his grasp on how the majority of normal people viewed it was more than a little skewed.

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"I dunno," he blinked. "It's not exactly a usual offer and I don't think you even know my name. I don't know yours, that's for sure."

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"Warren," came the reply from the somewhat shortsighted one. "Worthington."

He gave Jacob a bit of a lopsided smile. "Sorry, I still tend to get a little ahead of myself, sometimes."

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"Hey, I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm just not used to people offering to sponsor me," he chuckled.

"Nice to meet you, Warren. I'm Jacob Black."

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"It seemed like the thing to do at the time," laughed Warren. "There's no harm in offering, I don't think. It's good to meet you too, Jacob."

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"No, and I'll keep it in mind," Jake nodded. "You never know, right?"

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"You never know," Warren agreed, nodding and using the stick he'd picked up to stir around in the ashes some. "It's not like any of us are in any sort of hurry, after all."

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"No, not really," Jake agreed. Some more so than others. "Who knows, some of the geeks here might invent a transporter and put all mechanics out there out of business."

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"I can't see that happening any time soon," mused Warren. "Teleporting would be convenient, sure, but isn't there a certain sort of charm to actually getting from one place to another? All in the journey, right?"

Look, he could fly. Travelling was the best part.

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No, Jake got it. He couldn't fly, but he had speed and it was pretty much the best part of this whole werewolf thing.

"True. We couldn't lose a national tradition of road trips," he nodded.