Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.
Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.
After her little
glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.
Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.
[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]