[ By end of day, Fio finally has a moment of reprieve from counselor duties. It's been a struggle, since this is her only experience ever being in a summer camp. She's just trying to figure everything out now and yet somehow has a leadership responsibility. She may need to mentally brace herself for the upcoming days or prepare to watch out for any of her assigned campers trying to sneak out past curfew, but she tries to let it off her mind for the night.
In the evening, she joins others by the campfire and after a moment of scanning the crowd, happily finds available seating next to fellow cool friend Scott Summers. Her tie-dyed shirt is oversized, almost like she's wearing a long dress instead. It takes a second for her to reach under her long shirt, for the sunglasses hanging off her pocket. She puts the pair on her face. It's night... does she need sunglasses at this time? No. She doesn't understand that it might be considered weird. But she wants to match with Scott.
The aroma coming from the s'mores smells amazing. She studies everyone else before making her own attempt. ]
for scott (laserguy)
In the evening, she joins others by the campfire and after a moment of scanning the crowd, happily finds available seating next to fellow cool friend Scott Summers. Her tie-dyed shirt is oversized, almost like she's wearing a long dress instead. It takes a second for her to reach under her long shirt, for the sunglasses hanging off her pocket. She puts the pair on her face. It's night... does she need sunglasses at this time? No. She doesn't understand that it might be considered weird. But she wants to match with Scott.
The aroma coming from the s'mores smells amazing. She studies everyone else before making her own attempt. ]
...Why is it called s'mores?