Andromeda Campfire; Monday Evening.

[stocksgrrl]

Typically, Turtle's strategy involving campfires was centered on the idea of hopping to ones belonging to people she didn't get stuck living with through the entire day. Tonight, however, she was making an exception, especially when one considered that it was a Monday evening and she was not at the radio station. It was surreal and strange and a

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[lordofthecats]

Lion-o came out from the cabin. "Do you need some help?" he asked.

[stocksgrrl]

"Razzum-frazzu--" Turtle looked up at the sound of a voice, blinked, and then shook her head. At least that seemed to confirm her suspicion that one of her cabinmates didn't seem exactly human; she still hadn't gotten a good enough look at him, though.

"Yes, please," she said, holding out the lighter for him to take if he wanted it. "I think it's just being mean to me."

[lordofthecats]

"I think I can help," said Lion-o with a timid smile. He turned around and went back to the cabin entrance. "SNARF! I'd really like a campfire."

Snarf rushed out of the cabin, his paws full of supplies. Within minutes, he had a fire going and was making s'mores.

[stocksgrrl]

The first guy, she could handle. Her business partner, after all, was a spotted alien. This, however...

She knew it was impolite to stare and everything, but...

"Ohmygawd," she gushed, "can you teach Nana to do that? I wouldn't hate her half as much if she would make me s'mores."