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Main Campfire, Tuesday Afternoon

Yes, it was ridiculous to be outside in this weather. Yet all the same, Miley bundled up in her new winter coat (the product of a collaborative shopping effort between her and Lilly; it had depended upon the use of Skype on their zPhones as Lilly wandered around the only store in Atlanta to have started the winter collection this early). Armed with the coat and various other winter accessories she had not imagined having to use this early, not to mention her trusty Uggs, Miley brought a cup of her father's famous loco hot cocoa out to the campfire and got started roasting marshmallows.

Freezing or not, she was still camping, and Miley could put aside her body temperature in favor of a return to country living.

[[I know this is a long shot, but if LJ cooperates, open!]]

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Despite her plans to the contrary last night, Kate was now on day two of moping. Today, that was translating to wandering around despite the cold. First it had been the town, but she'd returned to the campgrounds.

Bundled up in a golden jacket with a pink hoodie underneath, not to mention the (these days) ever-present scarf, gloves, and sock monkey hat, she was steerings clear of Anti-Joke Chicken, but stopped by the main campfire when she noticed it wasn't unattended.

She offered up a "Hey" as she approached the fire.

"Hey!" Miley chirped. She was in the process of getting a marshmallow to that perfect stage of golden brown.

"Want a marshmallow?"
Sorry, Kate. Miley didn't really get the whole moping thing unless it had to do with her.

That was fine. Kate wasn't too obvious about it, and wasn't big on sharing with people who weren't close friends.

You got on so much better by just faking being okay at the general public. "Yeah," she said, lightly, "I think I would, thanks."

"You want it burned or brown?" she asked, evaluating the one she'd just finished toasting. "I like them brown, but then you meet some people now and then who like it burned, which I think is weird, because it's burned, you know, and burned sounds bad for a reason, but some people are weird and that's what they like. But this one's brown!"

"Chocolate!" Caroline was kind of in need as she dropped to a seat in a far too large parka, boots, and thick, hot pink gloves. "God, you have good timing."

And yes, that would be Caroline helping herself without asking if it the food was meant for sharing.

"Is this where the crazy ones hang out?" Who else would be out here, really.

Huddling inside over a little cold just wasn't in Kate. But wrapping herself in a cloak and huddling outside? Totally okay.

"I think I'll go with brown," Kate decided, after blinking a bit because wow, the girl talked a lot, and maybe Kate was feeling a little sluggish today. "I... don't generally like stuff that's been burned. It's kinda gross."

"Here you go," Miley said, passing her the stick on which her latest creation was speared. "Burned stuff's icky, anyway."

Icky. Yes.

"That's my guess," Miley laughed, passing Kate the bag of marshmallows in an act of selfless generosity. "I'm from Tennesee, so the whole freezing winter thing doesn't really phase me. Want a s'more?"

"I try," Miley laughed. Teasingly, after Caroline had already taken some for herself, she asked, "Would you like some chocolate, Caroline?"

Caroline smirked, tilting her head as she chewed what she'd already stolen. "You're too kind! Sure does make coping with this cold easier."

"Thanks," Kate replied as she took the stick and examined the marshmallow. "And it is. Food shouldn't be burned. It should just be flambéd."

"That was my logic, anyway," Miley agreed. "That," she said, holding up her mug of hot chocolate, "and a cup of loco hot cocoa. It has about a million calories, but I can pretty much excuse it in this weather."

Kate dipped a nod as the took the bag. "Thanks." Selfless generosity when it came to marshmallows seemed to be way more common here than it was back home.

"But do you normally camp out in it?" she asked. For most people, that seemed less the norm.

Which reminded Miley of something fascinating to share!

"Ooh! Have you ever had Tennesee Flambeé?" She didn't quite grasp the fact that the mayor of Crowley Corners had pretty much made it up. "So good. Or, well, I didn't get to finish it 'cause I had to leave to go to my other thing I had scheduled for the same night, but it smelled really good and my friend Lilly was talking about it for, like, a week."

And the rambling continued!

"Not when it's this cold," she conceded. "But my Grandma Ruby's house in Crowley Corners doesn't have central heating!"

...Riiight.

But at least it was rambling that invited questions! That made it easier for Kate to act normal and interested.

Okay, there may have even been the tiniest hint of genuine interest present, here. "What the hell is a Tennessee Flambé?"

"It's supposed to be some kind of Baked Alaska thing," Miley answered. "There's, like... ice cream and fruit..."

"Kind of the same," Kate allowed. "Hopefully with less of the icy breezes." Because that was what really made her feel it. Cold wasn't quite so bad in shelter.

"So cabins, not so bad for you?" Sure seemed peppy about it all.

"Loco hot cocoa? What's the loco part? Please don't tell me you're one of those people who puts like, chili powder in chocolate." Judging those people was totally a requirement in Caroline's mind.

Sure it wasn't the most polite thing to just eye someone sitting at a campfire, but Caroline so doubted Kate wanted her to say hi when she'd likely been the reason Bod didn't show at her party Saturday.

Whatever, Caroline could play the ignoring game as well as anyone.

"Sounds good." Kate ate all sorts of junk after all, especially if it was sweet. "My brother makes a mean Baked Alaska but I've never heard of that variation."

Kate had probably been at least part of the reason Bod hadn't attended the party. But, in a roundabout fashion, Caroline was part of the reason Kate hadn't talked to Bod for two days, so maybe they were... even, or something.

Not that Kate was about to let Caroline in on that. She didn't miss the eyeing, either. "Caroline," she acknowledged evenly, with an idle nod. See, she could totally pretend to be civil when she had no idea what she'd rather been instead.

"What? Ew, no!" Don't worry, Caroline, Miley was totally judging those people too. "No, it's just my dad's idea of a cute rhyme. No actual loco-ness present, promise."

She wrinkled her nose, proving that she did not happen to agree with her dad on the "cute rhyme" issue.

"Oh, hey," Miley said, holding up a hand. "As long as I don't have to live with mean people, I can pretty much be anywhere. The cabins are just extra nice 'cause they remind me of home."

She bounced a little bit, thinking gleefully of Tennessee.

"How 'bout you?"

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