Open Post-Party Bonfire Post is Open.

[savemesaveworld]

Finding driftwood after dark is harder than Claire thought it would be. The easiest way to collect it is to wait until after she's tripped over it and grab it then. Luckily, she's clumsy enough to have found an armful, and carts it down to the beach. Flattening a space in the sand and stacking the wood doesn't take long, and when that's finished

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[notavillain]

Knowing about the bonfire, Warren will probably be not too long after her coming out onto the beach and drag some wood over himself. He tosses a fireball into the dry wood and sits on the sand next to her as he watches to make sure it catches. "Hey."

[savemesaveworld]

"Hey," she echoes. Her roasting stick is especially long, so she breaks it in half and offers one, along with the bag of marshmallows, to Warren. "Thanks for lighting the fire. Want this?"

[notavillain]

"Thanks." He shakes his head at the stick and takes a couple of the marshmallows, lighting a smaller fire in his palm. He's careful to char them properly and not just melt them, he likes them burnt, which is probably no surprise.

[savemesaveworld]

Claire watches, shakes her head slightly, and turns to the fire, holding her marshmallow just over the flames. It ignites in a matter of seconds, and she curses before reaching out and grabbing the flaming confectionery. "Hand me a graham cracker, will you?"

[zhany_silver]

Maybe it's Claire. Maybe it's the scent of marshmallows. Maybe he's there because of the potential fire hazard.

Or maybe it's just circumstance.

At any rate, here's a Zhane. He shows up and sits companionably next to Claire.

"Feeling like a late night?"

[savemesaveworld]

"Late? It's hardly morning yet," she says with a grin. At least it was the last time she checked her cellphone. "The party didn't tire you out?"

[zhany_silver]

"Maybe just a little." He yawns - he could be making it up, though. "But I enjoy both the company and the bonfire." He stretches.

Might be using an old trick. He's adorably cheesy, that way.

[savemesaveworld]

She quirks an eyebrow and smirks, but says nothing, merely shifts very slightly closer and grabs at the marshmallow bag. "Want one?"