Main Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

You know, Atton had been happy to say goodbye to communal living when he came here (the single room was an extra plus). Being back in the middle of it had not been treating him all that kindly.

Not that he couldn't cope. It was just annoying. Sleeping in one tent with a Force sensitive wasn't making it any easier, either.

So, yeah, he was going to get out of his tent whenever possible. Crash down by the side of the fire. Maybe get some food going the way he'd learned a long time ago, back during the wars. Anything was good if you put it on a skewer and held it over a fire.

He was quickly developing a shine towards these hot dog sausages. Got a whole pack of them and everything.

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[suitably_heroic]

"You know," Atton said, waving his hands around, "Turning on my thrusters."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

So much side-eye, Atton. "I still am not understanding. What does turning thrusters have to do with heat?"

[suitably_heroic]

"...You can't do that without turning up the flames," Atton said, eyeing her... just as side-eyedly.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"You are making very little sense."

[suitably_heroic]

"On a star ship?"

What, had this kid been raised by banthas?

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Wolves, actually.

"They do not have such where I am from," she informed him plainly. "But I do not think they are powered by fire."