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Locust campfire- Thursday night

This was really weird.

Jaina didn't have the anxious, jittery feeling in the cabins that she used to. Some closure and time had done some good there. No, the weird part was that she was still in the cabins again. But it was this or singing insects and she'd already screamed at them twice before the announcement, so she figured she was fighting a losing battle there. It was just very strange going back to something she'd thought was fun at sixteen and then circumstances had sort of ruined the fun part.

Still, she could deal with it, and it wasn't going to stop her from getting a fire going and bringing out the makings for s'mores when she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be raining. When you'd been deprived of chocolate as long as she had, you found reasons to have it.

[I've been wanting to play all daaaay. You should play with me. *nods*]

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So, okay, Jaina might have been nervous about the first time she'd see him again, considering the last time she'd run into an ex there had been revelations about how she'd ruined his life before they tried to kill each other. Call her a little gun shy. But once she saw him, she couldn't not smile, even standing and then realizing she had no idea whether this was a hug situation. "Just like old times. Except I'm younger than you."

She'd so heard radio.

"Well, I've had a lot of years to get used to that concept," he returned. "Is it like old times where a guy's gotta ask for the old Care Bear stare?" Certain things could never be forgotten. Thank pictures and video.

"Oh, thank you for that reference. So you know, I hit a lot harder now," she warned, stepping forward because yeah, he was getting a hug.

He laughed, but hugged back cautiously. Yes, he expected her to hit him during. "Just avoid the face!"

"That'd be difficult to do right now," she said, hugging him a little tighter. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't missed him. "Though there is the Force thwap..."

Okay, fine, she got a real hug when she hugged him tightly. "Don't make me regret stopping at your fire," John teased, letting her go and taking a seat.

"I would never do that. On purpose, anyway," she said, reclaiming her seat. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good to be seen," he replied. "So, how 'bout the bugs? I half expected you to be singing along with them. And thumping your chest."

Jaina looked startled for a second, wondering just how he knew about the Ki- Oh wait he was talking about the gremlin bite. And then the startle gave way to relief, and then a frown. Not a serious frown, anyway. "You just had to bring that up, didn't you? The bruises from the chest-thumping were painful, you know."

"What?" John laughed. "Of course I brought it up. When I heard that music in my apartment, I figured you'd planted something since I wondered about your need for a hip replacement on radio."

Remember, their first meeting ever had involved her threatening to blare bad music through his room at odd hours of the night and day.

John definitely went in the category of people she could easily have conversations with as just herself.

"First, the only way I'm ever getting a hip replacement is if my leg gets chopped off," she told him. "And second, thank you for that idea, I'm awake early and have a lot of free time."

Imagine the jokes if John knew she had a pop star in her head!

"Now I'm really glad we're not in the same cabin," he said. "And remember who you're related to. Limb loss is in your blood."

"Eh, they can replace those," she shrugged. "And don't think I can't hold on to this idea for when you least expect it." She'd remember it this time, oh yes.

"I'm always gonna expect it now," John decided, feeling quite sure of himself. "So, did you have a nice war while you were gone? Glad to be back in the land of gremlins?"

"It wasn't exactly a nice war," Jaina said with a little sigh. "But weirdly... I am glad to be back. If I get bitten now, I'm blaming you." She'd brought it up herself earlier, but it was more fun to blame him.

"If you're blaming me, you're just encouraging me to find footage," John pointed out. And really, it was kind of sad that he knew there would've been a war while she was gone, for however long. It was just how they rolled.

War was completely forgotten right this second. "...Do you have footage of that?"

"I meant when it happens." When they were dating, it had been easy enough, but now he'd just track down the visuals of her gremlin bites.

"I'm going to start wearing armor," she decided. "Or start bribing you. Maybe both."

"Bribing me with what?" John asked, totally curious here.

"It's been five years. Remind me what it takes," she said.

John put up his hands, warding off what would come from that. "Oh no, I don't suggest bribes. That way lies to trouble."

Jaina went a little pink, realizing that yeah, that'd probably been a bad setup. "Good call," she said quickly. "Do s'mores count as bribes, because I can start on that now."

"I can dig some chocolate," John figured, moving to sit over by her. "Cooking over an open flame makes the small talk easier, after all."

Staring to put the s'more together, she asked, "Is this small talk? I thought it was banter." Small talk usually seemed more uncomfortable to her.

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