Toffee Campfire, Friday Early Evening

[furnaceface]

The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

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[longislandiceme]

"*Our* usual stuff," Bobby confirmed with a nod. "Nothing too bad, but I don't think Hank'll be giving any more college lectures any time soon." he titled his head at Kurt "How can a thing be a jerk?" he'd missed the whole objects coming alive thing, yes.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"Hank -- you mean Mr. McCoy?" Kurt asked. "Yeah, I don't think he's gonna be teaching anyone but us without an image inducer." He glared at his watch. "Things turned into people last weekend. It sort of sucked."

[longislandiceme]

"Doctor McCoy, at least where I'm from," Bobby corrected absently. And really, it wasn't the being blue and fuzzy that had put him off the lecture circut so much as being on the hook for the thousands of dollars in damages thanks to a guy with the proportional strength of a walrus. "Things turned into- they can do that?"

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"This is FANDOM," Kurt pointed out. "Things can do ANYTHING."

Fortunately, Kurt wasn't Deadpool, or else he'd be peering into Bobby's narrative and saying insulting things about whatever writer came up with 'proportional strength of a walrus'.