51st Inning

[freakinblur]

Scout is out on his lawn.

He has started a fire.

He is burning all those golf shirts and shorts.

Looks like things are back to normal!

He's got some lawn chairs, a cooler with some beer and he's roasting marshmallows over the bonfire, if you care to join him. He looks pretty satisfied with this set-up.

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[glowing_science]

[Ema walks up next to him, tosses an apron onto the flames, and has a seat next to him.]

One of those beers has my name on it, I hope?

[freakinblur]

[Hands one right over.] Ya know it, sister.

[glowing_science]

Thanks.

[She opens it and takes a sip. She doesn't plan on getting drunk, but she could still use the drink.]

Hell of a weekend, wasn't it?

[freakinblur]

Ya got that right. Christ. I ain't gotten droned in ages. Certainly didn't miss that feeling.