Salamander Campfire, Saturday Night

[cantgetnorelief]

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with

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[sogothcally]

"Hey you," Cally said, wandering over to the campfire. "Whatcha doin'?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Baking cupcakes," Anders replied with a cheeky grin. "I totally knew it was possible!"

[sogothcally]

"You are such a dork," Cally said.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Oh, fine, see if you get a cupcake for that," Anders said, mock-sniffling. Because he really was a dork.

[justmisplaced]

Shawn, definitely intregued by this particular experiment.

He eyed Anders as he sat down. Shawn decided asking what the hell he was eating might be considered a bit rude, and went with a slightly more vague, "Anything good?"

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders chucked a thumb at the small plate of finished cupcakes on the log beside him. "I think I better leave the next batch in a little longer," he replied, wiping batter away from his mouth. "These came out a little bit gooey."

Well, he hadn't outright said they were cupcakes, but he hoped they were at least, you know -- recognizable as such.

[justmisplaced]

Being not much of a cook at the best of times, seeing cupcakes cooked over a campfire isn't necesarily something Shawn's used to.

"Didn't realise that sorta thing worked on a fire," he said finally.

[cantgetnorelief]

"I wasn't sure either," Anders admitted. "But the Internet said it was possible, so I had to test it out. You wanna risk trying one?"

[senor_chado]

Something....smelled like cupcakes. Chad was drawn like a moth to...cupcakes. Or some other not-exactly-accurate metaphor.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Hey, Chad!" Anders looked up from checking his watch and gave him a thumbs-up. "Wanna help me test out the campfire cupcakes?"

[senor_chado]

Chad, of course, was more than happy to return a thumbs up as he moved in closer to the cupcake experiment. "Does it get me testing rights?" he asked. Because the food and the eating and the assumed deliciousness was what mattered.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Depends." Anders pretended to hesitate on that one for a few moments. "What sort of testing rights bonuses are you looking for?"

[banikslaveboy]

Stark, for some reason, felt oddly compelled to wander over to another campfire tonight. It was as if he had cupcake radar.

"Did it work?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"It worked!" Anders told him gleefully, refilling the baking tray for a fresh batch. "It totally worked! Have one! Have . . . well, okay, I've only made a dozen so far."

[banikslaveboy]

Stark grinned as he took a cupcake.

"Good, good. Been a long time since there were cupcakes. Even gooey ones."

[cantgetnorelief]

"I've been a horrible slacker in my cupcake-making duties," Anders intoned sadly. "How are things tonight, my sorta-but-not-really cabinmate and favorite masked dude?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel wandered by the campfire. "There you are," he said.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Here I am," Anders responded, grinning at him. "What, did you miss me or something?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shrugged. "Just used to having you around, I guess," he said.

[cantgetnorelief]

That got an even bigger, if sheepish, grin out of Anders. "I sorta had this idea, this morning, to surprise you guys with cupcakes. And then I decided I really wanted to make them, and then it turned into an all-day project, and . . . sorry?"