(16 SS) Who Wants S'more?

[Daniel Leto]

"Marshmallows, hot dogs," whatever you could want to cook or accidentally light on fire.

He gave a slightly confused look when La'ire asked about the Fairy bar, but it didn't last long as he searched his memory.

"Oh, that," he said a a half smile "misplaced wingmanship. Given the place's theme, I wasn't sure how much we could trust the bartender until I got a better read on him. If he turned out to be a Loyalist, knowing you were with someone would reduce the chances he'd target you. And even though he turned out alright from what I could tell, you could use it as an excuse to shut down unwanted flirting." Daniel placed the link of homogeneous pink flesh above some coals.

"But I'm guessing that didn't come across and that the flirting was not unwanted?" he finished with an understanding glance to the Winter Queen.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

As she makes her way closer to the Winters she snags a metal poker for the marshmallow, chocolate yummy that was just around the corner.

As she draws closer, the frozen fog that made up their mantles, and her sharper winds swirls together, and Mhairi feel's herself relaxing, despite the fire still across from them. "Fairy bar?" asks the elemental. "A-a bar for uh-Lost or uh-owned by one?" Mhairi's brow furrows. She thought she'd been to all the 'hold owned bars. Then she hears the word 'Loyalist' and figures that this place was still getting vetted, and if it was own by a 'ling, then they'd show up here tonight and swear in, it wasn't like the 'hold hid or anything like that.

The talk of wingmen and flirting draws her attention back to the Winter's next to her. The elemental felt a bit awkward, she didn't really know either Onyx enough to join in on teasing, and one of the two was the Winter Queen....So instead of piping up, she skewered a fluffy marshmallow and set it to burn. Heck even if she didn't get s'mores, toasted marshmallows was always good.

[Daniel Leto]

Daniel gave a sad smile. L’aire’s reaction wasn’t entirely unexpected. She always seemed to take things so seriously and in the wrong direction. It could be endearing but it just as often made things awkward. It had been something he’d hoped to avoid by backing of immediately when he saw her confusion at the lie in the Fairyland. Which apparently had failed. It would appear he’d have to explain after all.

“Super protective, yes. And I do care about you.” Before she could interpret that the wrong way, he held up a hand, as if to stop that train of thought.

“But not like that,” he said seriously, dark eyes meeting her violet gaze “You’re the Winter Queen. I’m prepared to lay down my life for yours. However, for the sake of clarity, that does not mean I want to be your boyfriend. And if I ever declare otherwise in public, it’s mostly likely to be a joke first, and a misdirection second.” Or both. He imagined they could have had some fun with Saul if she’d been quicker to catch on once the man’s motives were clear. Life was too short not to take the laughs where you could. Yet also too short to let misunderstandings like these darken thoughts.

“I’m sorry that you took it like you did. I was afraid you might when you gave me that look. It’s why I backed off.” And after he was more certain that Saul wouldn’t try to seduce the Fairest in order to take her back to Arcadia.

‘Serious’ talk over, Daniel smiled again. “So, Mhairi, what have you been up to?"

[Evelynn East]

Evelynn wandered over to the group on time to overhear the conversation about L'aire flirting with somebody called Saul. She plucked up a marshmallow and skewered it, then took up a place next to Mhairi while she began to toast her treat to gooey golden perfection.

"Hi guys!" She offered her greeting only once the conversation had veered back into regular small-talk. "How're you all doing?"

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Clarification is had, though to Mhairi it's still a bit muddy. But meh, it should she supposes since she wasn't there. "Saul? I-er met a-er Saul a bit ago." Mhairi chirps, though she can feel her face heating up, remembering how she nearly deafened him.

"Me? Up to?" a furrowed brow is Daniel's answer. "This and-uh that I guess. Hanging out with uh-folks. Not-ah not much." she says, then her face brightens and a beaming smile graces her face. "I was-uh made Twilit Page when I-ah talked to-ah Queen-Ms Cam-Ava-when a talking conversation with uh-wordy words was had, I'm uh the new Twilit Page-which I said, but uh-yeah..." she said rotating her skewer, trying to get her marshmallow toasted evenly.

"Evelynn! Hi! Mhairi smiled as she used her free hand to wave at the wizened. "I'm-ah-I'm good. You?" then she looks at the other Winters, "And uh-you folks too. How is you too?"

[unlimited sink]

Leaving Charles to his thoughts, Helen circles the fire to reach the s'mores crew. Familiar faces, all, which makes the aged Wizened happy. It's good to feel that sense of community. Polis is this and all that.

She arrives wearing a warm smile, her obsidian eyes reflecting the dancing flames of the bonfire. "Good evening everyone. And happy summer..."

[Daniel Leto]

“Hey Evelynn,” Daniel the newest Winter. Marshmallows certainly seemed the food of the day. They certainly cooked faster.

“Twilight Page? Congrats. That’s what Morgan was right? I don’t think I ever asked her, what do you do in that job?” he asked Mhairi with an idle curiosity.

“What have I been doing? Recently been trying to get better prepared for my role as Ranger. Bought a lot of survival gear recently. Also a bunch of new computer equipment too, since, you know, can’t expect me to go completely deCaprio in Revenant.”

"Also saw the Revenant," he added with a slight grin.

L’aire’s touch caused goosebumps to rise on Daniel’s arm. She was still a beautiful woman. And cold. Her fingers felt like they’d just been holding a frigid glass of ice, despite sitting near the fire. He placed his own hand lightly on hers. Fog gently coiled around the Fairest's fingers for half a second before his hand dropped again and Daniel looked back to his hot dog as it started to hiss over the coils.

“Hey Helen. Pull up a piece of dirt plenty of fire for everyone,” the Gravewight welcomed his fellow black eyed Changeling.