West Virginia, Saturday

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Excitement woke Isabel up even before the alarm went off. Despite the prudish motel manager, last night had been as much fun as she'd thought it would be. And today would only be better. She looked at the clock, there was still time before they needed to be out the door in order to be on time for their rafting trip on part of the Gauley River. Getting carefully to her feet, Isabel smiled at a sleeping Sam and Parker as she made her way to the bathroom to dress for the day. She felt bad about the messed up sleeping arrangements. Hopefully tonight would be better.

[ooc: NFB due to distance]

Comments

Re: Campfire

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"But you don't have to incinerate them, unless you want to." Jack finished asembling his s'more and offered it to Cedric. "Do you want this one to tide you over?"

Re: Campfire

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

"How does the chocolate not melt into a puddle?" Cedric asks but he does take Jack's s'more. "Thank you."

Re: Campfire

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea." Jack, still leaning on Sam's shoulder, snuck one arm around Cedric's waist and pulled him a little bit closer. "Magic?"

Re: Campfire

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Physics," Sam corrected, stretching her feet out. "The marshmallows cool off quickly, because they burn so hot. So it makes the chocolate soft, but not runny."

Re: Campfire

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I love it when you talk physics." Jack turned his head to kiss Sam's cheek, before turning back to watch Cedric toasting the marshmallows.

Re: Campfire

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

Cedric's toasting the marshmellows intently. Maybe too intently because he ends up turning them into a black hulk of gooey not enjoyment.

"Oh, oops."

Re: Campfire

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam chuckled, "It's okay, Cedric. The marshmallow police are out of town. Want to try again?" She handed over the bag of marshmallows.

Re: Campfire

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," he says and tries again. This time, he browns it but doesn't toast it and he's quite proud of himself for that.

"There." And, with that, he sits back next to Jack and enjoys his s'more.

Re: Campfire

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled and settled back against the log, sliding his other arm around Sam and relaxing completely, enjoying the night, the fire, and the two people sitting next to him.