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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's a night for a bonfire. There's no real particular reason, but Ace has never needed a particular reason. She just really likes a good bonfire.

With s'mores, of course. S'mores, and hot cocoa in thermoses.

It's little things that make happy pyros.

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon edges over to her and snuggles in. He doesn't need anything, really, but his beautiful wife.

Mmm. Smells like home.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Spoon, Ace has to say, is the ruling king of sap.

But he's her ruling king of sap, so that's okay. She makes her way into his lap, careful not to drop the marshmallow she's currently roasting into the flames.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Ace only says that because it's true. Cough.

He kisses her cheek and rests his chin on her shoulder. "Penny came to the Bar yesterday. Glad to see her getting off the farm now and then."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Y'don't think someone here is makin' it hard for her, do you?" She asks, rotating her marshmallow slowly.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Nah, don't think so." Spoon says, shaking his head, "She's just getting used to the new suit, the one that lets her pick shite up. An' her world wasn't nice to girls like her, so she's got to get used to the idea that people won't make it hard on her."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I should take her out with me sometime." And get into a bit of trouble, she doesn't say, but if they did, she wouldn't think it was a particularly bad thing. Getting out of trouble builds confidence.

Or something.

She pulls her marshmallow out of the fire, peels it off the tong, and offers it to Spoon.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"That'd be brilliant." Spoon says, "I firmly approve. Maybe that place with those things that we couldn't get through? I bet Penny could."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, that would be a good one. Just want t'make sure I'm takin' her for reasons other than a convenient burrowin' device." She points out, before spearing another marshmallow and starting the toasting process again.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"You'd already decided to take her out." Spoon points out, "And she likes being useful, our Penny."

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

The bonfire attracts Zexion's attention, and he's just about to call out before he notices the person at it is not Axel.

Him having a heart is terribly confusing for the one caught several years behind.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Nope, not Axel. Too much boobage, not enough... other thing-age. Yes.

The girl who is not Axel hastily rescues her marshmallow before it can go up in flames. While she likes fire, she's not too fond of eating coal.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Axel also has a smaller waist.

Zexion is content to observe, just the same. He's trying to figure out the customs of this place.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace had a smaller waist for a while, but has since decided corsets are instruments of evil and worthy of destruction.

Except in certain circumstances, of course. This not being one of them.

Here's a custom for him to observe - the application of one well-toasted marshmallow to a square of chocolate, which is then sandwiched between two biscuits and eaten happily.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

It looks entirely too sweet. Then again, Somebodies eat the strangest things. Still, as far as proper nutrition goes it can't offer much.

Notes are made. Maybe about the s'more, maybe not.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Proper nutrition is for wimps, and people who don't run half as much as she does.

Of course, she lives in the same house as someone who makes enough food to feed a football team regularly (and it all gets scarfed up by two werewolves and a very hungry pyro), so proper nutrition is not something she has to worry about.

It must taste good though. Because she's setting about making another one.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Through careful observation, Zexion notes her appearance does match one he has been briefed about.

"...Excuse me, Ma'am, this question may seem rather forward, but is your husband a werewolf?" he called from the shadows of a tree.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me, sir, but I don't answer anonymous questions from the dark." Ace calls back, without missing a beat. "Promise not t'bite."

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

There's a boy walking around kicking things with a general air of teen angst.

The fire distracts him.

And then he sees the woman beside it and frowns thoughtfully.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Fire, Ace believes, is a fine distractor, both in the casual sense, and in the tactical sense. She's used it both ways. Tonight, it's just a form of entertainment for one little pyro (and anyone else who happens to come by).

There's also marshmallows.

With assorted goodies.

Ace, if you haven't already sorted this out, has a sweet tooth.

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

Billy also has a sweet tooth. Certain parties enjoy teasing him about his coffee habits.

That's not what draws him closer to the fire, however. He steps just within conversation range, and mutters, "Er, hi."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, who has just toasted her marshmallow to a gorgeous brown, looks up.

"Hullo."

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

"I just wanted to apologize. For being rude."

It's rare enough. Nobodies are watching the exchange curiously outside the firelight.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Good on you then - takes guts, that does." Ace notes, as she carefully slides the marshmallow off of the tong.

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

Billy shrugs. "Or braincells. But I get hit on the head a lot."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace nods, going about the s'more making ritual, which is rather like the tea-making ritual, just with more sugar and less dignity.

The sticky, sugary treat is offered to Billy.