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Tiniest Penguin Campfire [Monday Evening]
Monday, August 11th, 2008 04:45 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
death-and-pies.livejournal.comWith the island in yet another new place and the gross bugs gone, Ned felt safe enough to venture outside with Kaylee, who was still a raccoon. She seemed to like the outdoors better anyway (and that was probably due to being cooped up for so long) because as soon as he let her down near the campfire, she found a broken stick and started to try and repair it.
This meant grass stalks, another stick as a splint and some odds and ends to get the grass to stick.
"Can you build me a radio out of sticks and grass?" Ned asked, infinitely amused. He made sure to bracket her inside one leg to keep a barrier up between her and the fire.
In response to his question, she butted her head against his leg. He took that as a no.
[Ooooopen, yes. I had a BAD morning filled with a car not starting so I am escaping into the game now.]
This meant grass stalks, another stick as a splint and some odds and ends to get the grass to stick.
"Can you build me a radio out of sticks and grass?" Ned asked, infinitely amused. He made sure to bracket her inside one leg to keep a barrier up between her and the fire.
In response to his question, she butted her head against his leg. He took that as a no.
[Ooooopen, yes. I had a BAD morning filled with a car not starting so I am escaping into the game now.]
