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[walksthebounds]

Jamie is . . . getting twitchy.

Beyond that door somewhere is his Home. It's close. He knows it. But he needs Joris to get there, and Joris - and Helen - aren't ready to leave yet.

And Jamie isn't ready to tell them about his hopes of getting Home soon.

So there they are.

In an attempt to stave off twitchiness, Jamie's doing his best to fill his time with as many activities as possible. Today it's toasting marshmallows in the fireplace. It's fun to see the rats make faces as the goo drips!

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Jamie."

That would be Bonzo, standing behind Jamie.

"How're you doing?"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie waves a marshmallow-stuck stick in greeting.

"I'm all right. Would you like a marshmallow?"

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Glance at the marshmallow.

"Why not?" Pause, as he sits down. "I don't think I've ever had one."

[walksthebounds]

"They're not bad if you're fond of pure sugar."

And who isn't, really?

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Laugh. "Don't mind if I do, then?"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie offers out the stick so that the other boy can pull one off, if he'd like.

"There's more where these came from. I picked up lots - I reckon that offering people candy's always a good way to make friends, and it never hurts to have more people on your good side."

He grins. "How have you been?"

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo does pull one off, and begins munching.

"That's good." Pause. "I think you're right. And I haven't been bad." Another momentary pause. "Then again, things don't tend to go too badly around here."

[uquars_gadget]

"...What are you doing?"

[walksthebounds]

"Having dessert."

:D! says Jamie (mostly just to annoy Helen, it's true).

[uquars_gadget]

"Your dessert is falling into the fireplace, Jamie."

Abuse of marshmallows!

[walksthebounds]

"Only a bit of it," Jamie protests, but he pulls his stick back out of the fire and sets about blowing on the top marshmallow to cool it.

"Do they do this on your world, or are they too busy roasting heretics or something?"

[uquars_gadget]

"They're stoned," Helen tells him, absently. "We cook meat over fires, sometimes, if we're travelling and haven't got a normal heat provider. Or if the dish is made that way. Not--dessert."

[walksthebounds]

"I'm surprised you've got dessert, to be honest. I reckoned your people would count it a sinful indulgence or something."

(Really he'd be surprised to hear Helen's world had anything pleasant. At all.)

He offers her the now-cooled stick. "Want one?"

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

Hey, look, it's that guy who tried(ish) to help Jamie that one time. Only this time, he's got a bruise on his forehead which is rather clearly in the shape of a backwards 'FRESH!!'. It's what everyone's wearing these days!

At any rate, he is eyeing Jamie and his marshmallow-toasing in a way that indicates he totally approves of this use of the fireplace.

[walksthebounds]

Hey, look, it is! Jamie waves with the hand holding the marshmallow stick, looking rather pleased with himself - it is an excellent use of the fireplace, isn't it - and then squints at the bruise.

". . . please tell me that's not fresh as in food?"

Jamie had an unpleasant experience with cannibals a while back.

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

"Probably," he says, making his way over. "I don't really remember what the display was for," given that he was pretty busy getting knocked out and falling on a bunch of rubber balls, "but it's not like there's a lot of other uses for it."

[walksthebounds]

Wary: "Right, but you don't mean someone stamped it on your head on purpose?"

Jamie would not put it past the rats to have turned to eating humans! It's the other way round in some places, after all.

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

"Nah. It was kinda an accident."

Not that someone stamped it on his head by accident. That would be just weird.

[walksthebounds]

Jamie relaxes rather.

"It sounds like there must be a story there," he says, grinning now. "Not that you're obliged to tell it, of course."

Homeward Bounder etiquette: you don't push people to tell about their past! Even if it is clearly Wacky.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Dun't think yer supposed ter dew thet inside," says a . . . man sitting nearby. He sounds vaguely amused.

[walksthebounds]

"No rule against it," says Jamie cheerfully.

He knows all the rules!

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"True, true."

A tentacle slithers out from under his coat. It peels open, revealing a mouth--which promptly eats one of the marshmallows.

[walksthebounds]

. . . it takes all kinds to make the worlds, Jamie tells himself, and does his very best to continue looking thoroughly unperturbed.

"It's polite to wait until someone offers," he remarks.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes. "They dew thet. When I'm nawt usin' them they react ter anythin' I happen ter be thinkin' about."

[walksthebounds]

Uh-huh.

Jamie tries not to be obvious about scooting ever so slightly further away, just in case. He has absolutely on desire to be poked by an inquisitive tentacle.

Still very, very polite: "That must be a nuisance."