Pangolin Campfire [Tuesday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge is sitting by the Pangolin campfire, the box of doughnuts he'd earned from this afternoon's workshop with Xander open nearby. He's not doing much of anything, just occasionally poking at the fire with a stick.

Anyone was welcome to come hang out and have a doughnut, if they wanted.

[ooc: opeeeen!]

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[conathon]

Sawyer was bored, as in, really bored - seem so no one in his cabin felt like doing anything. So, instead of brooding around his own cabin campfire, he made his way over to Pagolin.

"Hey Bridge." taking a seat, "Can I..have a doughnut?" arching a brow.

[bridge_carson]

"Sure, dude!" Bridge says. "Take your pick."

[conathon]

Grinning, Sawyer picks out a sprinkled one, with chocolate frosting, "Mmm. Thanks. Your cabin seems to be a bit more cheery than mine." glaring in the direction of his cabin.

[bridge_carson]

"I'm sure they'll come out of hidinge eventually," Bridge offers. "Maybe you need to bribe them with junk food."

[conathon]

"Junk food? That sounds a lot easier from the idea I had earlier." The thought had crossed his mind, maybe, to smoke them out of there. Do it WWII style.

[bridge_carson]

"Give it a try, dude." Bridge says. "Can't hurt. Though you'll probably end up with a few campfire crashers that way too. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

[conathon]

He scratches the back of his head, "I'll have to do that tomorrow sometime then." holding out his hand, "Thanks for the doughnut, man."

[bridge_carson]

"No problem," Bridge says, shaking the offered hand.

[conathon]

Standing, he nods at Bridge and walks to crappy ol' Aye Aye. Damn Aye Aye-ers.