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[baconstripping]

[It's a bit of a chilly night in Camp. Luckily, a homey fireplace seems to have sprung up in the Mess Hall, along with hot cider and the faint sound of jazz music.

In a far corner, a man is carving a flute. How are you spending your fall evening?]

(( mingle!! ))

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[myheadxsplode]

[sitting by the fireplace, roasting a marshmallow]

[runstowardsfire]

*having some cider*

Hello.

[myheadxsplode]

[looking over]

Hey.

[runstowardsfire]

*ah hot cider. . .*

You're fond of marshmallows too?

[myheadxsplode]

Sure am. I can still eat, y'know.

[runstowardsfire]

I was wondering if they roast properly because it's not real sugar.

[myheadxsplode]

Who cares? Food's food.

[runstowardsfire]

There's food and there's better food.

[myheadxsplode]

Yeah, well, not to me.

[runstowardsfire]

Isn't nutrition important?

[myheadxsplode]

I'm made out of rock. I don't think it matters.

[runstowardsfire]

So you wouldn't consider a diet that is high in calcium, silicon and phosphate?

[myheadxsplode]

[blank... stare...]

[runstowardsfire]

If you are made of rock and food converts itself into part of you as it usually does, then wouldn't elements found in rock be more nutritious? To help you grow more . . . muscles? *the last bit is a question because you seem to have plenty already*

[myheadxsplode]

Nah, I don't grow like that. I don't think I even need to eat at all. I just like food, okay?

[runstowardsfire]

But where would you get the energy to move?