Main Campfire; Sunday Evening
Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.
She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.
"When are you going to leave?" she asked.
"When I'm ready," was his reply.
With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.
The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.
[[ Open campfire! ]]