The Valley Campfire: Monday Afternoon

[iknowstuff]

Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had

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[robinthefrog]

Funny how spending time as a human had left Robin's banjo out of tune. After fixing that, Robin went looking for people to hang out with, the instrument slung across his back.

"Hi Layla, how was your weekend?"

[iknowstuff]

"I was a bunch of books," Layla said with a shrug. "And yours?"

[robinthefrog]

"My banjo turned human. Were you aware when you were books?"

[iknowstuff]

"No. Not really," Layla said. "I was just a book."

[robinthefrog]

"Then how did you know you were...oh wait, is that one of the things you know?"

[iknowstuff]

"That's about right," she smirked.

[robinthefrog]

"Do you know how it happened? Or was it really random like most things?"

[iknowstuff]

"What do you want me to tell you Robin? How many pages I had? It was your standard transformation that happens here almost on a monthly basis."

[robinthefrog]

"So there was nothing that caused it?"

[finding_x_dream]

Agnes smiled at Robin and pointed at his banjo. "...You play?" she asked.

...Okay, it was a stupid question, but she wasn't exactly sure what one SAID to a frog.

[robinthefrog]

"I do." he said cheerfully. "Would you like to hear?"

[finding_x_dream]

"This is a campfire, after all," Agnes pointed out.

[robinthefrog]

"Good point." Robin nodded. He unslung his banjo. "Any requests?"