Tiger Blood Campfire, Friday Afternoon

[batwaffles]

Yiiiiiiiiikes, where did the whole summer go?

Not that you could hear it out loud unless you happened to be telepathic in which case you'd be welcome to overhear it, but Stephanie was sure thinking it pretty loudly. Kind of hard not to be thinking along those lines when she was sitting outside by the campfire pit, going through the Gotham

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[notconflicted]

"I had to get away from that castle," Sia announced by way of greeting.

And since Stephanie was out, Stephanie was her excuse!

[batwaffles]

Stephanie was convenient like that.

"Not a fan, hmm?" she asked in the tone of oh, I totally feel you there, sister, setting her course catalog aside. "I have a sneaking suspicion that this is all a theoretically clever plan to make sure we get out there and enjoy the great outdoors whether we want to or not."

[notconflicted]

"Mine is transparent," she said, taking a seat. "I can even experience the great outdoors inside."

[batwaffles]

"But with a wobbly view." Stephanie made a face, though, and glanced over her shoulder toward the tiger-shaped castle. "These accommodations -- they're grrrrrrrrrrrrreat!"

She had a daily pop culture reference quota to meet, okay?

"I may never want to eat Frosted Flakes again."

[hoorayimrich]

"You're brooding," Tony said, bumped her shoulder as he took a seat by the fire.

And yes, the summer just disappeared on them. Time travel may have occurred.

[batwaffles]

Stephanie was not ruling time travel out at all.

"Am not," she objected halfheartedly, scooting closer to lean her head against him. "Okay, technically I was en route to Broodville, and then you came by."

She fluttered her eyelashes at him in a ridiculously exaggerated way. "Oooh, my hero."

. . . no, really, she did appreciate it.

[hoorayimrich]

Tony batted his eyes back at her, leaning in for an overly exaggerated Eskimo kiss to tease her with. "Nervous about leaving?"

[batwaffles]

"Little bit," admitted Stephanie. If he was going to do that, she had to counter with trying to sneak an actual kiss. Oh no. "The end of the summer crept up on me. It's not supposed to do that."