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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[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."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Special because of our cows, our novelty hats, or our winters?" Dave asked. "I don't know what the big Wisconsin stereotype is around here. Oh wait, it's the accent, isn't it?"

Not that Dave had a bad Wisconsin accent. In fact, there may have even been a twinge of someplace a little farther north. He'd deny it, of course. He didn't want people thinking he was a Canadian spy, after all.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"There's novelty hats?" she asked skeptically. "Mostly the cheese thing, though. And the whole rural aspect."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"The cheesehead hats, so that's right down your alley," Dave said. "Although to be fair, I didn't really grow up in a rural area. My family's from the Milwaukee suburbs. But don't hold that against me."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"As far as I'm concerned, Milwaukee is probably run by cows and you guys spend all your time buried in snow," Ramona replied, shrugging. "I find it endearing, though, so I'd just bask in the stereotyping if I were you."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Well, seven months out of the year, you're half right, so I guess it's close enough," Dave said. "Since you know so much about where I'm from, it's only fair for me to ask you where you're from."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"New York, which probably explains some of the snobbiness," she said with a gracious little nod.