Main Campfire, Tuesday Evening
Sitting by a fire-less campfire with one's hair in a shower cap and a half-eaten bag of unroasted marshmallows resting on one's sleeping dinosaur's stomach as she snoozed between two logs probably wasn't a very typical "camping" thing to do, but Gert was a city kid, so cut her a little slack.
Or, in other words: Gert didn't really want the aggravation, excessive heat and mosquitos that actually lighting the campfire would provide, but no way was she sitting in that bouncy castle all evening, so here she was. She had a book to read, something about Greek mythology, and all in all, she was enjoying the quiet evening about as much as Gert ever enjoyed anything. She'd give this an A-, Fandom.
[[Open! Give me something to do besides whimper at the movies I refuse to download, please.]]
Or, in other words: Gert didn't really want the aggravation, excessive heat and mosquitos that actually lighting the campfire would provide, but no way was she sitting in that bouncy castle all evening, so here she was. She had a book to read, something about Greek mythology, and all in all, she was enjoying the quiet evening about as much as Gert ever enjoyed anything. She'd give this an A-, Fandom.
[[Open! Give me something to do besides whimper at the movies I refuse to download, please.]]