Boyz II Men Campfire [Wednesday evening]

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

There hadn't really been a reason for her to switch her hair this time -- not a tragedy, or a frantic need to outrun herself, like the last couple times. No, this time, Ramona just woke up, looked in the mirror, and decided she wanted to be pink if this new location was going to be so damn sunny. Blue had gone well with the rain, as had her leather and boots.

So now it was pink hair. And after sifting through her cabin's small fridge and her personal food stash to see what she had to work with, she was perched by her cabin's campfire, coaxing a tentative flame out of the kindling as considered the various different foods she could try to toast. Sure, there were marshmallows and hot dogs and that kind of thing, but Ramona was currently fixated on trying to spear a banana to see if singed bananas were as good as frozen ones. It seemed like a logical attempt, anyway, and she was bored.

Considering how damn hot it'd been, she was actually in a rare, simple t-shirt and shorts, too (though of course it was a band shirt), and it finally was feeling like summer. She could totally deal with this. And hopefully she'd get some company, too, since she was feeling up to talking to people and sharing her s'more things.

[open campfire is open!]

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[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

Elle had wandered over from her cabin, which was... okay, it was a whole bunch of cabins away. But this was the whole point of the campfires, to be out talking to people and socializing.

"Hi," she said cheerfully, plopping down near Ramona -- but not too near.

Someone was finally getting the hang of personal space.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Hola," Ramona greeted, though with clearly American pronunciation. "Think a banana'll toast, or melt?"

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

Elle wrinkled her nose. "I dunno," she said. "I think it kinda depends on how long you have it in there. Just long enough and it'll toast, but I think it'll kinda goop and get melty if it's too long."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I wonder how people figured this stuff out," Ramona said thoughtfully. "I mean, who first started sticking food on sticks? Who looked at a marshmallow and went, 'You know, that needs a little browning. On a stick.'?"

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they were really bored?" Elle suggested. "People do weird stuff when they're bored, after all."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"You don't say," Ramona said, a little wry as she gestured to her banana-on-a-stick.

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

"I figured you just wanted to know," Elle said with a shrug.

Hey, it's something she'd have done.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but banana-cooking isn't high on anyone's list of priorities. I hope," she said, raising a brow.

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's certainly not on mine, but you never know."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan had to work tonight but hey, he was the boss and that meant he could go in whenever the fuck he wanted. And when he saw Ramona at a nearby campfire, he decided he could be a little late.

His poor nose was still broken and there was still bruising under his eyes but he looked peppier than he had. That was probably due to the painkillers he'd taken right before leaving his cabin.

"Your hair's pink," Nathan pointed out, giving said hair a look. "What's the occasion?"

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Boredom," she said, waving a still-smoking banana-on-a-stick at him. "Plus it's all sunny and nice. Figured pink looks good for summer. Come help me toast things."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You getting in touch with your pyromaniac side?" Nathan wondered, taking a seat on the log beside her and reaching for the stick. "You making me dinner, woman? I usually prefer meat."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

Ramona reached for the pack of hot dogs to wave it at him. "Then make it yourself. I was bored and feeling experimental. Bananas don't melt, turns out."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan reached for the hot dogs and smirked at her. "You compensating for something you haven't had in..."

How long had it been? It hadn't been that long.

"...a few hours or so?"

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Mind out of the gutter," she said, reaching over to lightly tap his temple. "I can't help it if skewers lend themselves well to phallic food."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan pulled a hot dog out and gave it a wiggle because he was nothing if not immature at the best of times. He didn't even mind getting tapped because she'd stayed away from his broken face.

"Well, this..." He held up the hot dog again. "...doesn't even compare to what I have anyway so there's no use in dwelling. I'm much bigger."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I hope you feel really weird about eating that, now," Ramona said mildly, shaking her head at him.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave stepped out from the cabin and decided to take in the wonderful feeling of repressing the previous weekend and just focusing on classes about zombies and such. Seriously, it made him feel much better.

The coffee he was drinking didn't hurt, either. "Good evening," he said. "Is this cooking experiments, or are you already familiar with roasting fruit?"

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to see if it melts," she answered, studying the banana. "So far the answer's no, though it seems like it would, you know?"

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"I guess I can see that," Dave said. "Do you think how it cooks changes if the peel's on or off?"

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"It's probably less messy with the peel on," she mused, frowning. "I mean, the peel probably keeps it on the stick if nothing else."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Look at it this way. The peel's probably more flammable than the actual banana. You're doing it this way for public safety," Dave said.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"This makes me sound a lot nicer than I am," Ramona decided. "That's my story, then."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Dave asked. "I have to say, you've been pretty nice to me. I hope that's not just because the school said you had to."

He was joking about that. ...Although it would help explain why girls were more likely to talk to him here than they were in Wisconsin. If that turned out to be the case, his opinion of the school would jump significantly.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

Ramona slanted a look at him. "It's partly that but also because I can't bring myself to pick on a kid from Wisconsin," she said honestly. "You're a special circumstance, Dave. Feel important."