Main Campfire | Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles knew he was going to be forced to run at some point this weekend so he decided to counteract that dreaded exercise by shoving as many marshmallows as he possibly could into his face right now. He wasn't at his own campfire because he really wasn't trying to be around Jackson more than he already had to be. Their nightly accidental cuddles was more than enough quality time, thank you.

Since he was Stiles and couldn't be content with just enjoying the scenery, he was multitasking by texting people while he was sticking marshmallows into the fire. Which led to some problems. "Oh, oh shit--"

Another flaming marshmallow sailed across the campfire as Stiles tried to put it out by flinging the stick around. There were several stuck to the tree directly across from him.

Comments

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Yak dung." Someone had spent a summer in rural China.

[arsenicmauls]

"Dinosaur farts." Sorry for the sensory details, Tony, but it had to be done. "They're not for the faint of heart."

Oooo, accidental burn.

"...Figuratively speaking. Want to agree to disagree?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Works for me." Though he maintained his position on yaks.

[arsenicmauls]

"Good debate," Gert said, nodding. "Very civil."

Nothing like how she'd imagined a debate with Tony Stark would go. She had expected insults to fly.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I'm easy like that." Unless it involved science. He would cut a bitch over science.

[arsenicmauls]

"That's what the magazines all say."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

That got her a sharp look. "Yeah, try not to say that to my girlfriend."

[arsenicmauls]

And her hands were going up in a gesture of apology. "Whoa, sorry," Gert said. "Just a little home universe joke. I've met Steph, she's awesome, yadda yadda yadda."