It was nice outside, just warm enough without being too hot. At least, Ichigo thought so and he'd grabbed a few items from the cabin before he installed himself beside the unlit campfire. The small portable radio beside him was tuned to a random station ( Read more... )

Ichigo was bored. Bored enough to attempt to make coffee over the campfire. He was going to blame Tyler's classes even if they hadn't learned how to do this. It did smell like coffee, if you asked Ichigo. It certainly tasted like it. Perhaps a little too much as it was very, very strong coffee. Maybe it needed some milk or sugar, but that required ( Read more... )

To say that Katchoo was less than thrilled about this whole cabin experience was like saying that Georgia O'Keefe had had a vague, passing interest in flower metaphors. (Katchoo could have told her a thing or two about dirty flower artwork, but anyway ( Read more... )