Main Campfire, Saturday Early Evening

[give_areason]

The less said about yesterday, the better. Her headache-how was she to explain that in her next report?-was grateful that she was avoiding thoughts of it. Temporarily. It was bad form to avoid things for long

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[need_no_moon]

Jacob'd gone off the island to check in with his pack not too long ago and was on his way back to his cabin when he noticed Rosalind sitting by the unlit fire.

It looked a little sad, if he were honest, and just watching her in that uniform was making him feel too hot. Then again, he was already feeling too hot. He was built for cold weather so the cut off pair of jeans was more than enough right now.

"Staring at it isn't going to make it catch on fire," he said as he approached her. "Unless you've got powers that I don't know about yet."

[give_areason]

"It doesn't need to be lit," Rosalind replied, moving her gaze from the unlit campfire for a second. "It's hot out. I can tell you agree."

A considering pause.

"And lighting this would be a waste of magic."

[need_no_moon]

"You can light it without magic," he said easily, squatting at the other side of the campfire. "And most of the time it's about the atmosphere a campfire creates, not the heat."

[give_areason]

"It's camping," she pointed out. "By definition there is an atmosphere. I'm aware of such unique things as matches and lighters."

Could she possibly be snippier? Well. Yes. Rosalind wasn't even particularly trying yet.

[fratboybitch]

"You look like you're in fucking Hell," Alex said, not bothering to hide some of the pissiness and anger he had leftover from yesterday. "Making S'mores to cure what ails you?"

Not that there was a fire but details.

[give_areason]

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Someone steal your cigarettes?" she asked calmly, flicking a marshmallow at him. "Nicotine withdrawal? Have some sugar."

[fratboybitch]

"Why? Miss the smell of smoke you get around me? I didn't know you cared that much," Alex said, neatly catching the marshmallow and dragging those ever present cigarettes out of his pocket. "That's almost sweet."

[give_areason]

"I'd rather not eat them all," she said disdainfully. "It's called 'sharing', do look it up."

A sidelong glance. "And I am not sweet," Rosalind added witheringly.

[living_endless]

"I'd be hot, if I was wearing a suit by the fire," Didi observed as she wandered up and eyed the marshmallows. "Which I guess is why you haven't lit it, huh?"

[give_areason]

"Something like that," Rosalind said, lifting her shoulders in the faintest of shrugs. "I'm not a fan of smoke obscuring the sky either."

Because her home had that problem on a rather grand scale.

[living_endless]

"I never would have thought of that," Didi said. She tilted her head back to scan the blue sky. "Is it smokey at home, or was that just a general observation?"

[give_areason]

Her lips twisted. "A lot of people back home have never seen the sky because of the smoke."

And the plate.

"A number of them are scared of the sky, now, but I enjoy it."