Who: Magic mushroom folks
When: Day 36, After
What's CookingWhere: Camp Crash II
Invited: Open
Status: Complete
River walked ahead of the group, keeping to the semi-solid grass at the edge of the sand. Up ahead the community waited, unwary. Some things must be. Oona would understand. So would the Doctors.
She saw when others noticed them. Some were throwing up their arms, others were just watching.
It felt so good not to be assaulted by every thought. She spotted Daniel Jackson and waved.
She led the group up to him, and his self-appointed guard.
"Daddy, they followed me home, can I keep them. The bad dog is untrained, but housebroken." She tilted her head with a grin.
"Why do I think that's a crack at me?" Jayne mumbled.
"He is learning. Old dogs can learn new tricks." She looked over her shoulder.
"Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng! Aint old, gorram it." He snarled back.
"Well seasoned." She nodded and pointed to Jayne. "Grumpy one was with me in the after before. When we rode a firefly among the stars. Ornery, crude, rude, and sometimes nasty, but trustworthy."
"Take that back. Am not. I'll sell ya out at the first better offer." He was more concerned about his reputation than anything else.
"Feed him well and rub his belly, leg will twitch." She nodded sagely.
"You better watch it little girl. No brother or cap'n to threaten me with the airlock."