Main Campire; Late Wednesday Morning [ 06/08 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

It being a Wednesday with very little to do but plenty of exploring and treasure hunting and trying to hunt down that Jim for her overdue ride on his surfboard, Ariel slept in and then, when she woke up late that morning, got out of bed, stretched, showered, and then headed out to the main campfire. Under one arm was a bunch of marshmallows; the other held some graham crackers and chocolate bars, and she got a fire...ugh, what's the word? BURNing in the fire pit. She then went and found several sticks that looked long enough and took to the task of plopping marshmallows on them and thrusting them into the fire.

S'Mores! Breakfast of champions!

Of course she had plenty to share and, even if no one showed up to partake, well, then, that just meant more for her.

[[ open campfire is open, of course! ]]

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[aliceseesthings.livejournal.com]

Alice didn't have anything on Wednesdays, and she didn't have a job, so what was she doing? Wandering.

Wandering her way to the main campfire, to be precise.

"Hi!" she greeted cheerfully when she saw that somebody else was already there.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hi!" Ariel smiled happily at the other girl, just as she finished blowing some flames out on her ignited marshmallows, and she waved a hand to beckon her over. "Come have some s'mores! Best breakfast ever!"

[aliceseesthings.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm not hungry," Alice said with a smile. "But I'll join you anyway, if you don't mind."

Alice wasn't one to pass up a chance to be social.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Not at all!" Ariel laughed a little. "The more, the merrier, right? I've seen you around before, haven't I? Or are you one of the new kids?"

There was a slight pause. "Newer, I guess, since they're not really so new anymore."

[aliceseesthings.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm not new," Alice said with a quick shake of her head. "I've been here for a year or thereabouts."

[lockestheway]

Well, hello there, redhead-with-secrets. "Ariel," Peter said, strolling in jovially. "Making the best of our camping experience?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Well, hello there, cute guy good for dragging along on adventures. "Peter!" Ariel beamed to see him, wiping a bit of the s'more she'd just eaten from the corner of her mouth. "Hi! Come and have some. It's pretty much mandatory, you know."

[lockestheway]

"Mandatory?" Peter asked, and did something appropriately exaggerated with his eyebrows that he thought was charming. "Why haven't I heard about this sooner?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

And it was; at least, Ariel seemed to think so, considering the charmed chuckle. She shook her head, making a small tsking sound. "Maybe they expect you to figure it out for yourself," she offered, "smart as you are. Good thing I'm here to help, right? Come on, I'll get one started for you."

[lockestheway]

"I am smart, but they could have gambled wrong," Peter said, sitting down by the fire. "Maybe I'm a rebel. Maybe I scoff at social conventions."

Or maybe he tried to fake them as well as he could. To-may-to, to-mah-to.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Please tell me that you're not eating marshmallows for breakfast," Rilla (and her italics) demanded as she sat down.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Okay, then," said Ariel with a nod, licking marshmallow goo off of her fingers before biting into the s'more in her hand. "I won't."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That's telling a falsehood," Rilla said severely before giggling. "I suppose it's summer and there's no one to stop us from eating sugar until our teeth fall out."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"It would be a falsehood if I said I wasn't," Ariel pointed out, setting her s'more on her knee as she reached for a stick to prepare for Rilla, whether she liked it or not. "If I don't say anything about it either way, I'm not saying either way, am I? And, really, Rilla, even when it's not summer, there's no one telling us not to eat sugar until our teeth fall out."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I get letters," Rilla said. "I'm quite sure Susan has some of the squirrels working for her by now."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, for Ariel, it looked like she had plenty of people more than happy to help her get through her through all that. One more, now, as Chuck wandered over from their cabin with a (slightly) healthier sandwich option breakfast to find himself a log.

"As usual, I like your style." What? Chuck approved of sugar in all its forms and at all times.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for Ariel, sure, but quite fortunate for her stomach. Ariel glanced over at Chuck with an approving laugh. "Thanks!" she said. "I'm pretty fond of it, too. You'll be wanting one for desert after your sandwich, right?"

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"Breakfast desert is the best kind of desert," he answered easily, and grinned as he picked up his own breakfast.

That was a 'yes', then.

"Why is it people go for that cardboard tasting cereal, again?" Because ew.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"People?" Ariel asked, before smirking. "Or do you just mean boring people? Because, yeah, that's the only excuse, if you're boring, when there are so many more options."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"... Maybe I mean boring people." But he didn't like to actually say that. At least not without prompting. Chuck had many weird neuroses, and that was one of them.

"Which clearly is not anyone at this campfire." A very good thing! "I'm going to hazard a guess, and imagine you're into all the camp stuff?" Because Ariel seemed to be into almost everything, from his experience.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer was all for bad stuff for breakfast. And hey, he'd just finished a run that morning, after nearly no sleep so he probably looked like crap, and he deserved some goodies.

"Those for everyone?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel was pleased by the fact that bad stuff for breakfast seemed to bring all sorts of good (and cute) company. She grinned at Seifer, but she shook her head loftily.

"Nope. All for me, all mine. Unless, of course, I think you deserve some."

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer thought about that for a moment. "I'm sharing a cabin with Squall, and I haven't shoved his head in a toilet yet!"

That deserved s'mores!

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

It did at least deserve an appreciative laugh. "Now," she said, "promise you can manage to go the whole rest of the time in the cabins without doing that, and maybe you'll have yourself some s'mores. I know it's probably a lot to ask; I shared a cabin with him last year, but I think you're pretty strong, Seifer; you can handle it, right?"

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

He played along, putting a hand over his heart. "I solemnly swear not to shove Squall's head in a toilet the entire time we're here in the cabins."

All bets were off with other things.