Foul Bachelor Frog Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

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It was Peter's birthday tomorrow, and his parents hadn't even called yet.

Which was fine. He didn't need the old coots anyway. Maybe he'd hear from them tomorrow? In fact, not having to deal with his parents at all meant that he'd gotten his essay for the week finished far ahead of schedule, leaving him time to... well, research the next essay.

Mostly.

Still, after a week of being locked inside because of the cold, he supposed he could take his desk outside with him now that the weather was nice and mild.

Which was where he was working now, fingers flying over the holographic display. Just don't expect him to light the fire.

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Hunh. Interesting that that was his first criteria. Kenzi focused on the second part, though, grinning. "I couuuld. But I have hilarious footage of him trying to save my life."

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Peter frowned curiously. "Really?"

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Kenzi fast-forwarded to the point where she 'died', and Topher wailed about the good ones dying young, then played that. "I mean, give him credit, he tried! Even while insane."

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Peter snickered. He oculdn't not. "He really applied himself," he agreed.

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Kenzi was undecided now about putting it on the internet. But! Plenty of time to decide later.

"I've taken a page from your book and bribed the hell out of the squirrels. Anything I do in the future, they get booze for not mentioning." She grinned. "Those guys can really hold their liquor. And peanuts."

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"You don't have to tell me," Peter said, "I work for the radio station. Can't move an inch in that place without running into empty bottles and peanut brittle."

And actual peanuts. Fucking violent rodents.

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It was a hop, skip and a jump for Kenzi's brain to land on, "So what do you do that you don't want them to broadcast?" Or was it just normal icky teenage boy stuff? Bleah. Not really expecting an answer, there.

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"Hey, you never know when squirrels are going to wind up on your window sill... watching, you know?"

Peter was not above using 'icky teenage boy stuff' to pull off a believable lie.

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Yes, that got him a grossed-out look. Although there was always a chance Kenzi would remember this conversation later. Magpies remembered shiny information as well as liking shiny things.

"And moving on as quickly as a bullet train," Ugh, imagery, "Do you have any idea where we are now? Aside from not prehistory?" Would they still be serving dinosaur burgers at the diner tomorrow?

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Please. Peter was a Wiggin. They were the primary information magpies of Fandom. Since '08.

"Probably somewhere in the States, going by the farms," Peter said. "Otherwise? Your guess is about as good as mine. I'm happy as long as my balls aren't freezing off."

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"Say amen, brother," Kenzi responded. "Although mine are just a metaphor for my nerve." She nommed another marshmallow, although the bag was growing perilously empty. "Mmmph. Gotta find someone with camping skills to light the fire. And suck up to them."