Flamingo campfire, late Friday afternoon
Xander had intended to come back from town, grab his laptop, and trek up to school to check e-mail; somehow, though, once he got back to the air-conditioned cabin, the call of naptime was much stronger than the call of the intarwebs. So... at least he was mostly awake when he walked out the front door yawning, a large box under one arm, and a bag of marshmallows, firemaking implements, and...um. turnips. in the other hand.
Dropping the foodstuff on one of the logs by the firepit, Xander opened the box, eyed the front of the cabin carefully, and finally decided to set up the contents on the side of the door nearest to the woods. Satisfied with their placement and patting each one of them on the head, he turned back to the campfire. Or rather, the campfire-to-be, once he got it re-lit.
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Dropping the foodstuff on one of the logs by the firepit, Xander opened the box, eyed the front of the cabin carefully, and finally decided to set up the contents on the side of the door nearest to the woods. Satisfied with their placement and patting each one of them on the head, he turned back to the campfire. Or rather, the campfire-to-be, once he got it re-lit.
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