JQ Adams Campfire, Tuesday Lunch Time!

[asgardcreated]

One thing Jon loved about camping, was cooking outdoors. And he really wasn't in the mood for sandwiches and stuff for lunch, so after his morning class, Jon had stopped by the Kwik Stop and bought several packages of hot dogs and buns and a cooler to dump everything in. When he got back to the cabin, Jon started up the campfire and got to work on

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[abetterthief]

Parker was still carrying the little gold idol from Archeology when she happened by the campsite and the free lunch sign. She stopped and told the boy with the fire, "I'd like some of the free lunch."

[asgardcreated]

Jon waved a hand towards the cooler, concentrating on hotdog he was currently roasting. "Grab a bun, ketchup and mustard are in the cooler."

[abetterthief]

"Cool," Parker said with a grin, going to do so.

[asgardcreated]

As soon as the hotdog was done, Jon offered it to her. "I'm Jon O'Neill, camp fire cook extradinaire, at your service."

[glacial_witch]

The muffin and coffe at try-outs hadn't been nearly enough for Karla. So spotting the "Free Lunch" sign, she decided to investigate.

Surprisingly enough, she found someone she knew. "Jon?"

[asgardcreated]

He looked up and grinned. "Hey Karla! Want a hotdog?"

[glacial_witch]

She paused and grimaced. No wonder it was free. "Dog?"

Though whatever he was roasting didn't look like a dog. Perhaps it was only a leg?

[asgardcreated]

Jon chuckled and shook his head. "Not an actual dog, it's beef. They just call them hot dogs for some reason."

[momslilassassin]

Ben smiled as he found a spot to sit by the campfire. "Hey," he said. "You were in flight class just now, right?"

[asgardcreated]

Jon grinned and offered the guy a hot dog. "That was me. I'm Jon and I remember right, you're Ben?"

[momslilassassin]

"That's me," he confirmed. "Ben Skywalker. Um, some relation to the teacher."

[asgardcreated]

"Some relation? Sounds like me and Jack," Jon admitted. "Have you ever flown one of those pod racers for real?"

He was slightly in love with those machines.

[bitten_notshy]

Oh, look, people outside his cabin. Jack wandered over with a smile, and an appreciative sniff at the air.

"Hello, Jon," he said. "You're cooking for us? What sort of sausages are those?"

If they weren't pork, they'd make a tasty lunch.

[abetterthief]

"The free kind," Parker said. That was the most important part.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was past the part of his life where the free part was the most important thing, thankfully, but he smiled up in recognition.

"But do you know what sort of meat?" he asked the blonde girl. "I don't eat pork."

[abetterthief]

"I'm not even sure if hot dogs are really meat," Parker admitted. "Or if they are, you probably don't want to know what kind."

[new_to_liirness]

Free lunch was nice, but nicer still was a lunch he wouldn't cook. Oh, it was fine and grand to be able to make things and enjoy them, but if he could enjoy something without a bit of effort, Liir wasn't strange enough to turn THAT down.

"Hello. Mind if I sit?"

[abetterthief]

"It's a free campfire," Parker said. Beat. "And lunch."

[new_to_liirness]

"New?" he started with, though he was reasonably sure she was probably sick of such questions.

[abetterthief]

"Yeah. Old?"