Main Campfire [evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Tonight, while there was certainly food at the campfire, Sookie hadn't made it herself. At least in part due to her back still bothering her, and otherwise due to sheer mid-summer laziness, she'd just brought a bunch of moddable food back from the diner with her in the hopes of being able to attract people to a campfire without resorting to marshmallows and hot dogs.

Not that there was anything wrong with marshmallows or hot dogs, mind you.

She was amusing herself by toasting things that probably didn't normally need to be toasted. Maraschino cherries, it seemed, were not meant to be heated this way.

[open like a campfire!]

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[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"Jono is trying to convince me to sing something called 'grunge,'" Christian grumbled. "I don't mind so much. Some of the lyrics are rather clever!"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Grunge?" Rilla repeated, her nose wrinkling up. "It sounds rather...dirty."

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"It's not!" Christian protested earnestly. "I don't know why they call it that, but it's -- rather beautiful, in places. Listen."

He crooned, softly and with much better diction than Mr. Vedder,
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla forgot how to breathe for a minute.

"You should sing all the time," she finally proclaimed.

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

"I'd like that," Christian laughed, looking proud at the effect he'd had. "I think people might get a bit tired of it, but it would be fun until then!"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"No one with any taste at all would grow tired of hearing you," was Rilla's completely unbiased opinion.