Main Campfire, Sunday Evening

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Sholeh was dealing fairly well with the cabins. She was used to sharing close quarters, even if normally it was just with her sisters. Never being alone made for usual ideas about space and privacy. Sharing a tent with a swan--though Lucrezia was a very well-behaved and gentle swan--was something new entirely.

And so were s'mores. Tasty, tasty s'mores.

The light from the campfire was bright enough to read by, and Sholeh was alternating between making s'mores for herself and feeding Lucrezia strips of bread.

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Sparkle was looking like he was actually in a decent sort of mood today as he made his way up to the main campfire. It maybe had something to do with the fact that he'd spent his entire shift burning things, and now he was going to hang out by yet another fire.

Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that his s'mores radar was tingling, and there was maybe a chance that he'd be able to snatch some marshmallows.

"Shooooooo-leh."

Guess who!

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"Spaaaaarkle," Sholeh singsonged back, putting her book to the side. Lucrezia the swan gave a regal squawk of greeting. "Are you coming to steal my marshmallows?"

They'd met.

[myownface]

They totally had. And Sparkle was throwing his head back and crowing out a laugh of glee because of it.

"It's like you know me," he proclaimed, reaching out a hand for the marshmallow bag because thank you, that's why. "They are public marshmallows, right?"

There was a large bird nearby. He'd process that in a moment.

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"You and my sister Zeela would be best friends," Sholeh said with a hearty sigh. "You can have some, but if you eat them all, I'm going to kick you in the shins."

Fair warning!

"There're chocolate and graham cookies in another bag," she added. "Also public."

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Sparkle was not going to eat them all. He was going to just pull out... four.

Five.

Five marshmallows, and then he was going to stick one into his mouth just the way it was while he looked around for a stick to skewer the next one on.

"Your sister Zeela likes marshmallows too, does she? Because if she does, that just means I have more competition."

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"She likes anything sweet," Sholeh said, rolling her eyes.

=Oh, right, because you don't or whatever.= Zeela snorted. =And no we would not get along. He's a brat.=

::See! Perfect match!::

"I'll just have to keep a bag of these tasty treats for myself," Sholeh decided. "Me and Lady Lucrezia here."

Lucrezia honked. In agreement, obviously.

[myownface]

"Holy shit it's a swan!"

Yes. Yes, Sparkle just realized that Lucrezia was standing there and wasn't come kind of funky lawn ornament.

"Or a goose. Is that a goose?"

He was going to get his ass kicked by the ugly duckling, wasn't he?

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"Sparkle," Ulrik greeted. "Have you missed me?"

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"Oh my god I'm surrounded by girls, save me."

That was a yes, Ulrik.

"How did you do? You at least have like some guys in your tent or something, right? Because I had to go to work to change my underwear today, there is no way I'm doing it if any of the girls are going to walk in on me, and at least one of us better be able to change his clothes without having to make an announcement to the campground to stay out when he wants to take off his pants, okay."

... It was probably not as bad as Sparkle had decided it was, in fairness.

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"They put you in a tent with women?" Ulrik gaped at him. "That seems... highly improper. Did you try petitioning those in charge of the school?"

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"I can do that?"

And that would be a no, Ulrik.

"So, what, that means you're with all guys or something? You're going to make me jealous, Ulrik. Like completely jealous. I'm going to steal your sleeping bag if you're not careful, you know."

He might even make that attempt, yes.

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"I'd offer to let you stay with us, but I'm not sure if my tentmates would be too fond of the idea," he admitted. "It's already rather crowded with four of us."

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"Then I will sleep behind your tent or something out in the dirt with all the bugs, and I'll wake up in the morning with sticks in my hair and muck under my fingernails and I bet there'll be a squirrel or something in my sleeping bag, creepy little freaks, and I will be totally okay with that, it's not like I've never slept outside anyhow, but that means you have to stand lookout when I need to change my underwear."

It was the only way.

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The smell of melted chocolate and sugar was what drew Ulrik towards the campfire. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd had chocolate- it just wasn't readily available back home, much less in the processed form Americans favoured.

"What are you making?" he asked Sholeh wonderingly, taking a seat by the fire.

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"They are called s'mores!" Sholeh said cheerfully, giving Ulrik a wave. "I read about them! You toast a marshmallow--" which tasted nothing like the plant from back home by the same name "--and place it on a graham cookie with a bit of chocolate. It's delicious!"

She added the cookie to the s'more in her hand and offered it up. "Wanna try?"

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"If it tastes anywhere near as good as it smells, I'd be a fool not to," he grinned, taking the offered confection and biting in to it.

...And then ending up having to scramble to keep the remainder from tumbling to the ground as it all oozed out in a sticky, chocolate-and-marshmallowy mess. "You're right," he said, after finishing it off. "That is delicious."

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"And here I was hoping you somehow wouldn't like them," Sholeh said with a laugh. "More for me, since I'm already 'sharing' with Sparkle." She shot Ulrik's roommate an amused glance.

And then handed Ulrik another s'more, which suggested she wasn't too upset about it.

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"Perhaps I could offer something that would make it up to you?" he said, smiling as he made short work of the second s'more.

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Dirty?

"What?" Sholeh teased. "Make me eggs sometime?"

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Kenzi was all for avoiding the smell of overheated plastic, so she abandoned Tent Impo for the main campfire.

Also, there were those s'mores again. "Pleeeeease?"

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Sholeh laughed. "So, is it some kind of rule?" she asked, while Lucrezia waddled over to inspect Kenzi's shoes. "Bring s'mores, make friends?"

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"Pet or friend?" Kenzi asked Sholeh about Lucrezia. Then asked Lucrezia, "Formerly human?"

Back to Sholeh. "Of course it is! Food, glorious fooood," she almost sang. "We're teenagers. We're susceptible and easily manipulated by food bribes... No, please don't eat those shoelaces."

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"Lucrezia Borgia?" Sholeh said. "She's one of my tent mates, only she turned into a swan before we moved in."

Which made sharing a tent that much easier. Except for all the feathers.

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"Oh, Lucrezia. I'm so sorry," Kenzi told her, and then handed over a graham cracker. "Is she nesting in your tent? I'm Kenzi, by the way."

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"She is! Or...was. I don't know if she's still let in after the, uhh, feather incident."

Of which nothing more would ever be said. Ever.

"I'm Sholeh. I'm new this term. Or, was, I guess. We'll be getting a bunch of new people soon?"