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]

So Bobby was totally intent on making up for lost-campfire-time. So, yeah, he headed over to the first lit campfire he spotted. Which happened to have a Jono.

A singing Jono.

"...What?"

Very articulate, Bobby.

[furnaceface]

"Marshmallow?"

Oh, yes. This was absolutely the most normal thing in the world! The fact that Jono had to put his rousing rendition of Bullet With Butterfly Wings on hold in order to make the offer didn't even seem to bother him.

Jono was in a good mood, yes.

"Evening, mate."

[longislandiceme]

"Evening," Bobby managed, after another moment or two of gaping. And he accepted the offer of marshmallow of course, because even "WTF Jono has a face" was not enough to stop him from accepting food.

[furnaceface]

"You know," Jono mused, casually reaching into the (half empty, he worked quickly) marshmallow bag for another one, "there are healers on the island? Apparently, healers can heal things."

Bloody novel concept, that.

[longislandiceme]

"Who knew?" Bobby said, around a mouthful of marshmallow. "So you're all- um. There?" That would be the Bobby Drake version of tact, yes.

[furnaceface]

Bobby had a unique idea of tact. Jono, of course, wasn't going to protest. Good mood? Still unrelenting!

"Every last inch of me," he agreed. "I ate ice cream earlier, you know. Ice cream. Do you know how long it's been?"

Too long. That was how long.

"It's a bloody wonder I was so afraid to just let Raven heal me before."

[longislandiceme]

Oh, this wasn't going to end badly at all, was it?

"Well, it's not like it was a skinned knee," Bobby pointed out. "But ice cream, huh?" he grinned. "You know what you have to do now, of course..."

[furnaceface]

"Besides find myself ridiculously ill in th'morning because of all of this sugar?"

Yes, Jono knew that he was going to make himself sick, at this rate.

But it was delicious, and he hadn't eaten half a bag of marshmallows... possibly ever, and he had no intentions of stopping at the moment, no.

"Dare I ask, Drake?"

[longislandiceme]

"Taste test tour of town, obviously," Bobby informed him. "We have to go for burger's at Luke's, at the very least."

[furnaceface]

"No, Bobby. I was thinking that just because I can taste again, I was going to have to quit eating."

Jonothon, stop being a sarcastic ass.

"Luke's, hm? I'm about ready to burst-" bad choice of words, but he pressed on regardless, "-from all of th'junk food I've eaten today, but I'll take a rain-check on that, perhaps?"

[living_endless]

Didi lingered by the campfire, arms clasped around her knees. She didn't want more candy, and her lips were about raw from kissing. Really, she was content just to be there, just to see Jono this happy.

It might be a forever change, or as forever as any human change could be. That was enough to keep a smile on her face.

[furnaceface]

Sooner or later, Jonothon would find his usual mellow, snarky self again, honest. For the time being, he was still riding the high, basking in all of those little things that he'd taken for granted before they'd all been torn away from him.

He drew in a deep breath, set down the bag of marshmallows, and directed another smile Didi's way.

"I think it's about time for you to choose th'song, luv, innit?"

[living_endless]

"I think you should sing exactly what you feel like singing," Didi said. "I'll always listen to you. You know that."

Which was sweet, but ... not exactly helpful. She decided to indulge int he goth girl stereotype for once. "Know anything by The Cure?"

[furnaceface]

That was helpful!

"If I didn't, that would be something like blasphemy, I think," Jono pointed out. "I spy something beginning with ssss..."

Oh, he was having entirely too much fun with this.

[weetuskenraider]

Not many people had the very distinct sort of feel in the Force that Jono did to Tahiri; she couldn't describe it, exactly, but it was very strong -- not in a disturbing way like Jak's -- and unique.

He just . . . usually looked different, which was why she was staring at him (she didn't mean to, but some social niceties still eluded her) as she approached.

"Boy," she finally offered, "you sure look different from the last time I saw you. It must have been a while."

The part of her that still reflexively defaulted to Yuuzhan Vong aesthetic standards was, in some less-than-fully-realized way, disappointed. She was trying to temper that reaction somewhat.

[living_endless]

Didi laughed. "You just like having the tongue for that ssssss sound," she teased.

It was kind of a creepy song, but happy creepy. She could dig it.

[furnaceface]

"What, used to this?" Jono tugged at the bandages that were still hanging loosely around his neck, pulling them up over the lower half of his face for... For a brief moment. They were decidedly less comfortable when they were mashed up against his face, restraining his ability to speak. "It isn't a change for th'worse, I hope."

Well, he certainly didn't think it was, that was certain.

...

"Marshmallow? I need help finishing these off before I make myself ill."

[furnaceface]

"I could be singing about how I love you on Fridays, instead," Jono pointed out, pausing in his musical interlude for a brief laugh. "It's a good day for it, innit?"

So many options!

[weetuskenraider]

"No, no," Tahiri said hurriedly. "It's okay, really. You don't have to do that for me." Even if it had only been for a moment, she imagined it wasn't awfully comfortable.

She made a low growling noise in her throat, an uncertain Tusken expression of apology. "It's not for the worse," she promised. "Well . . . depending on how you look at it, I suppose. Either way, I'm hardly running away in horror, and I'd love a marshmallow."

[furnaceface]

"If people were to run away from me in horror this way, I suppose I'd have to start wondering if it was just my personality all along," Jono mused, passing the bag of marshmallows her way. "And there's no going about just casually fixing that up."

He was too stubborn to go that far.

[living_endless]

"The perfect day for it," Didi allowed. "But, seriously, you could call me Charlotte for the sake of the song and I'd be cool with it."

She glanced to the bag of marshmallows. "How are those?", she asked, perhaps the tiniest bit incredulous at his appetite.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Jono wasn't the only one who looked different -- but Kurt forgot all about his own change when he saw who was singing.

"JONOTHAN?" Kurt ran over excitedly. "Is that you, with the...?" He patted his own chin. "Glückwünsche!!!"

[furnaceface]

At least Jono had seen Kurt in fuzzy and blue mode before. On the other hand, Kurt had probably never before seen the grin that Jono was giving him, now.

"Well, who else would it be, mate?" A beat. And then, because it was apparently a trend this evening. "Marshmallow?"

Please. Take it. Before he finishes the bag.

[furnaceface]

It was a miracle that he'd told Bobby they were going to have to wait on that burger, wasn't it?

"They're... sweet," he informed her. Because it was apparently a shock that marshmallows weren't, say, bitter. "Possibly th'best marshmallows I've ever eaten, actually."

No. No, they probably weren't. But his basis for comparison was a little outdated. He'd been eating fireworks for the past couple of years, now.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

A fuzzy blue Kurt waved and smiled. "Bobby! What is up?"