Paranoid Parrot Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

[forhisfriends]

Simon didn't mind the cold. Being a pale Englishman, he actually much preferred it to the summer heat he knew they should have been having on the island. And it wasn't just that: the cold also cleared his head. Which really needed clearing, after he'd spent half the day trying to calculate just how much slower time was going back where he was from

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[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't done much this week. With the snow and the cold, it'd just felt like a week to stay inside and drink way too much hot chocolate and eat too much food.

By Saturday, he was feeling restless enough to bundle himself up and try to find a fire. He considered himself pretty damn fortunate to find both a fire and a fire with people around it.

"Looks like I'm not the only one that doesn't wanna stay cooped up in my cabin," he said by way of greeting. "Gets suffocating in there."

[forhisfriends]

"The alcoves are a little small," Simon agreed. Not that that was really why he'd come out. "Would you like marshmallows?"

Those seemed to be working well in this meeting new people thing.

[necroslacker]

"No thanks," Sam decided, sitting down on one of the logs and rubbing his hands together. "I had about fifty marshmallows in the hot chocolate I drank this morning. I think my blood's going to congeal and turn into a marshmallow if I'm not careful."

[forhisfriends]

"I don't think that's possible."

... The meeting new people thing? Also still made Simon a little nervous. Which in turn made him a little literal, apparently. He caught that himself, and looked down with an embarrassed little smile and amended, "It sounds like it would be unpleasant."

[necroslacker]

"Let's hope it's not possible," Sam said, rolling with that easily. "I think I'd manage to survive for about five seconds before the lack of blood would kill me. Not a fun way to go."

He glanced over at Simon and let the regular colors of a human wash over him. Nothing extraordinary about the other guy that he could make out. His sight didn't pick up everything.

[forhisfriends]

Simon would have actually found that comforting. It was nice to read as normal to someone, at least.

"Some people like sweets a lot," he said, mustering up something of a joking tone. "They might like that. As a way to go."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, but can you imagine the autopsy?" Sam asked, forcing a shudder for effect. "The pathologists go to cut you open and marshmallow just spills out of you. If anything, it'd be a mess. I'd hate to have to clean up marshmallow innards."

[forhisfriends]

"More than cleaning up blood?"

Because to Simon, it seemed like marshmallows were preferable to blood and gore.

[necroslacker]

"Honestly, the only blood I've ever had to clean up was my own and it wasn't that bad so...I don't know?" Sam admitted with a shrug.

"We're talking about marshmallows as a substitute for blood, though. Doesn't seem like the type of conversation to really be logical about," he added with a small smile.

[forhisfriends]

"No, I guess not," Simon conceded with a brief smile of his own. His logical brain just didn't turn off so easily, most of the time.

He paused for a moment, not really knowing where to go from that since asking about the blood didn't seem like the best thing. Eventually, he went with, "I'm Simon."

[necroslacker]

"Sam," he replied, giving Simon a brief wave since he didn't think shaking with cold hands would be very welcoming. "How's it going, man? Wanted some fresh arctic air today?"

[forhisfriends]

"I just... wanted some air," Simon replied with a quick nod. "And marshmallows."

But mostly air. "I like the cold."

[necroslacker]

"You like the cold?" Sam repeated, giving Simon a funny look for that one. "You from one of those Nordic countries?"

He could obviously hear Simon's accent but he wasn't the best at placing them.

"Doesn't it snow a lot in those places?"

[forhisfriends]

Simon hid anothr brief smile by looking down. "I'm from England," he said, shaking his head. "I just like the cold. It's nice."

[necroslacker]

"I think there's cold and then there's cold," Sam pointed out, looking around and then looking back at Simon. "Does it really get this cold in England? I thought it just rained and you guys drank tea and ate biscuits. I've never been to England if you couldn't guess."

[forhisfriends]

"Sometimes it's cold in England," Simon replied evenly, though with a hint of amusement. "It's a different kind of cold, but I can like both tea and the cold weather."