Pangolin Campfire [Tuesday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge is sitting by the Pangolin campfire, the box of doughnuts he'd earned from this afternoon's workshop with Xander open nearby. He's not doing much of anything, just occasionally poking at the fire with a stick.

Anyone was welcome to come hang out and have a doughnut, if they wanted.

[ooc: opeeeen!]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, suspecting that there'd be a lot of doughnuts mysteriously appearing at campfures tonight, brought a thermos of milk and a handful of plastic cups when he wandered by the Pangolin campfire. As you do. When your boyfriend lives there.

"Hey, Bridge. People who aren't Bridge." He waved. And might've winked, since there wasn't actually anybody sitting around the campire he couldn't name.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Unless you were intentionally trying to kill me by unintentional innuendo, I think I'm good. If it was a murder attempt on the other hand, we probably need to talk." Xander snickers, himself. "Though it does raise the point that you could put scrapbooking on yours."

[mparkerceo]

"Hey, Teacher-man. How goes the warping of young minds?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I made them convince me of the value of baked sugar-bombs," Xander said with a straight face. "I like to start with the hard assignments right off the bat."

[mparkerceo]

Parker snickered. "That's it. Set that bar high on the first day, and they won't give you any grief for the rest of the term." She grinned and took another doughnut. "I'm glad to be reaping the rewards of your class, by the way."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I think I got enough doughnuts to feed most of the school." Xander looked serious. "Just in case of accidents, y'know. Wouldn't want to run out of class materials and have the students trying to learn from bagels or something."

[mparkerceo]

"Seriously. Because what can we learn from a bagel? Next, they'll be wanting to learn from rice cakes. It's madness." Parker nodded vehemently. "Did most of them go on to victory? Or are there no losers in your class?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, Nadia kind of smooshed hers, and I think somebody took advantage of Blair's gullible good nature; I heard him muttering something about the old shoelace trick." Xander grinned. "But yeah, the idea is there aren't any losers, because hey, maybe your special talent is getting doughnuts stolen. You just have to think up some way that could be valuable to your team."

[mparkerceo]

"Awesome. I totally approve. And may have to take that class next session." Parker stuck her feet toward the fire. "Although the First Aid and Archery classes today were cool. But I'm sorry, there was no way I was passing up beachy fun with my boyfriend for you. There are rules,, you know."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tilted his head. "True. No point in trading me for your boyfriend when I'm not allowed to make out with you anyhow."

[mparkerceo]

"Exactly," Parker said, nodding in approval. "Plus? He's learning knot-tying." She smiled fiendishly. "The possibilities are endless."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Ah. Mine just owns handcuffs."

No, he had no idea a) why there was a distinct tinge of bragging to the tone, b) how the words made it from his brain to his mouth without his tongue helpfully choking him to cut it off at the pass, or c) WTF, Xander, WTF.

[mparkerceo]

Parker gave him a look, then started cackling with glee. "Ohhhh, realllly? The kind with two keys, or only one?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander was still working on that 'WTF, self, WTF?' question, so he didn't have enough presence of mind left to stop himself from admitting, "I...have no idea?"

[mparkerceo]

"Awwww. Xander! You titillate me with handcuffs, and then back off to 'I have no idea'? You are letting down the team, guy. Letting them *down*."

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay, not that he'd meant to say it in the first place, but now was no time to retreat while the retreating was good, like some ...smart person would do.

"Hey, I said I have no idea, not that I plan to never have any idea."