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[skinofalizard]

[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.

Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...

[he's quite good, actually]

[*not nearly as

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[watchmycannon]

[Waits, listening]

--Very nice.

[skinofalizard]

Oh, hey. Uh--thanks.

[watchmycannon]

Just passing the time?

[skinofalizard]

Practicing, actually. It's been a while.

[watchmycannon]

Practicing? For what, might I ask?

[skinofalizard]

Well...I guess it's just to keep from getting too rusty, really, since there's no theater group here.

[watchmycannon]

[Grins]

I'd no idea you were interested in such things. Have you performed, much?

[skinofalizard]

A little, back in school.

[watchmycannon]

Very impressive.

[skinofalizard]

It's not that big a deal.

[watchmycannon]

Perhaps not, but still I find it entertaining to learn about the unexpected hobbies of those close to me.

[skinofalizard]

What about you? Any hidden talents?

[watchmycannon]

...I'm rather fond of gardening, when I've the time for it.

[skinofalizard]

Yeah? That's pretty cool.

[watchmycannon]

It's very relaxing, and my garden in particular has significant emotional meaning, for me.

[skinofalizard]

Yeah? Why? If you want to talk about it, I mean.