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Laffy Taffy Campfire [evening]

Having spent a fair amount of the afternoon on the phone with her grandmother's lawyer, Sookie had reached the decision that she'd be heading home for the weekend to finally get all that stuff signed and get the house put in her name.

But. That was tomorrow. Tonight, she was perched in front of her campfire with a bunch of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers, her legs stretched out in front of her. In her hands she had a horrible romance novel, confident that even if the firelight didn't provide sufficient light, she probably wouldn't miss much by skipping around.

[open as campfires are!]

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After hanging out at Jono's campfire for a bit, Bobby was back to wandering aimlessly in search of, well. Sugary goodness.

"You sharing?" he asked, dropping into a seat next to Sookie and leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek hello.

"Only with cute boys, so you're in luck," Sookie replied, grinning over at him and holding out the bag of marshmallows.

"Hmmm," Bobby mused, grabbing a handful of marshmallows. "Of course, now I have to come up with some devious plan to keep all other cute boys away from this campfire so I can have all this junk food to myself."

"You already set the standard and no one's gonna be able to compete, far as I'm concerned," Sookie decided, like a giant dork. She ruined it a second later by adding, "So on a scale of one to ten, how much do I suck if I have to go away for the weekend now that you've been back for a whole day?"

"That depends on whether you're going away to rendezvous with some other cute boy at Disneyland or something, or if it's for something decidedly less fun."

A beat.

"If it's Disneyland I demand you bring me back a pair of those mouse ears."

"I wish," she sighed. "No, I'm going to go sign a bunch of paperwork leftover from Gran's death. All my inheritance stuff. They can't act unless I do some stuff in person. Should be a quick little overnighter, honest. But I can still try and find you a souvenir! Won't be as good as mouse ears, though."

Bobby made a sympathetic face at the mention of paperwork. "Clearly this just means we need to attempt an actual Disneyland trip before summer's out," he decided.

"I've never been farther west than Shreveport," she admitted, tilting her head. "And I do like roller coasters. I think I can be amenable to that plan. But yeah, I should be back Sunday. Saturday night, if I can swing it, but not likely."

Bobby gave her a thoughtful look. "Wanna sleep over in my alcove tonight?" he suggested. "I mean, I've missed you, and now you're gonna be gone alllll weekend..."

"You so lucked out in having half as many cabinmates," she said, smiling and reaching for his hand. "And yeah, I'd love to. I missed you, too. I mean, I would say you can come to Bon Temps with me, but all it would be would be watching me sign papers and then maybe rifling through my Wendy the Werewolf Stalker DVDs. Thrilling, I know. I'd much rather just stay over tonight and then make up for lost time on Sunday."

"Make up for lost time, huh?" Bobby grinned. "Any particular ideas for that?"

Sookie tapped her chin with her free hand, leaning a little against him. "Many," she decided. "But I'm a lady, so you'll have to use your imagination. Though we'll have to quiet -- whatever we might be doing -- so Kennedy won't spontaneously decide to get back at us with a bucket of ice water or something."

Bobby snorted. "I've never met a body of water that wouldn't listen to me," well. In a manner of speaking. "So she'd have better luck with an 'or something'. Not that that was an invitation for her to try something!" he added.

Sookie raised a brow. "You might be able to deal with water, but I'm just a walking electrocution hazard," she said, wiggling her fingers at him. "So you better be able to cover the both of us, Mr. Confident."

"I froze a lake last winter, remember?" Bobby pointed out. "One bucket is nothing." Which, yeah, Kennedy probably could figure out, but the boy did like to brag sometimes.

"You weren't distracted then," she said with a smirk.

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