Let's Gather 'Round the Campfire and Sing Our Campfire Song

[employeeoftheyear]

[Well last week Spongebob decided that the Wizard was nothing but a big fucker and everything was all his fault so he is going to kick his "Boost the moral of his friends" scheme into overdrive to rub it in the Wizard's stupid face.

Around the school on Monday, there will be Spongebob's huge mass of fliers again, this time for some sort of camp out.]


Spongebob Squarepants Crazy Camping Party!!!
Come to the edge of the forest on Monday at 5 pm for a whole night of roasting marshmallows, telling Spoooooky stories, and sleeping under the stars!
Don't worry if it rains, we can always bring the camp inside!

Attendance is MANDATORY!!! I will come find you if you don't attend.

[And he absolutely means it.

Even though there are no stars, it's a comfortable evening with no real signs of rain, and Spongebob's managed to set up a cozy Spongebob set out a bunch of blankets, towels, and pillows around a cozy campfire. There are plenty of food you'd normally see at a camp out, including smores! Spongebob seems to have gone all out and brought in practically every kind of candy from the kitchen, so have fun with the sugar rush!]

Comments

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Yup, he's kind of a glutton like that.

[It may speak volumes about Cass that her closest companion is a cold, dead-eyed bird of prey... but it may also say a lot about just how loyal Owl has been towards his human.

Either way, it's cute! Very cute. And Cassandra lets out a little laugh as Elsa moves over to join her.]

Do you want one?

[defyingfrigidity]

[A laugh... something in Elsa's expression softens as the sound goes straight to her heart. Cass has been suffering so much these past few weeks, between her memories and losing a friend, so hearing that laugh is like music to her ears. For several reasons, perhaps...]

I'd love to try one. I've heard of snacks like these, but I've never had anything like it before.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[A laugh! Short and sweet, very sweet in fact. Elsa hadn't even done anything to really warrant a laugh from Cass, but sitting here like this was such a uplifting turn from the last week and a half... Maybe she's in too deep.]

You've never had a smore? [Said with some genuine surprise.] My dad sometimes made them for me. Then, uh, Rapunzel made sure to keep a supply on the road to the Dark Kingdom.

[It's still weird to talk about her as if they're still friends!!! Here, Elsa!! Have a chocolate smore! Cooked to perfection.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa can only shrug as she takes the smore.]

I, ah... lived a very solitary life growing up.

[That's an understatement. And... Elsa feels kind of bad, watering down her problems like that. Cass has opened up so much to her, and the least Elsa could do was offer her a little honesty in return. But this... they need this camping trip. She can't bring the mood down talking about her past, so. She'll bookmark this, and perhaps bring it up with her friend later.]

This is actually the first time I've been camping. As unorthodox as it may be, it's all a brand new experience for me.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

...Right. I, uh, forgot about that.

[How could she forget!!! About this!!! Elsa might feel bad, but Cass feels worse. Word abounded around Corona - in hushed tones, of course - about the quiet life of the Arendellian royals, cut off from all outside contact, barring the very top.

She didn't know the specifics. Not yet, anyway. Maybe later she'll learn.]

Well, listen. I'll try and make it as fun for you as possible.

[defyingfrigidity]

It's okay! Really. I... I know I don't talk about it much. I suppose it's easy for some people to forget.

[That was in the past Honestly, Elsa feels like it says a lot about her recovery that people are forgetting she was kept away from society for a decade.]

So! [She folds her hands in front of her, all prim and proper and ready to listen.] How do we start?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Past, future... At least Elsa has smores now.]

Well... First, you try this smore. [Offered in her hand, golden brown perfection.] Tell me what you think of it. I, uh, wasn't the best cook in my group.