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Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

Around dinner time on Friday, the main campfire was transformed. Leis and grass skirts were available to all. A pig was roasting kabobs. There was Hawaiian music playing from somewhere. There was also a limbo stick of doom. If you lost, you died.

Okay, that was just Drax's hope. He couldn't make it happen in reality. Woe.

[OOC: FRIDAY SPECIAL EVENTS BEGIN ANEW! Students, instructors, and townies are all welcome.

Also, I turned off notifications, zomg.]

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"Not that much chocolate?" Isabel asked horrified. "It's a vital food group!"

She popped another marshmallow on her stick and handed him the bag.

"Buffy was extremely concerned when she believed that my world did not have chocolate," he explained as he fitted marshmallow to stick and returned it to the fire. "Does it have some significance here beyond its taste?"

"It's a comfort food," she explained. "It can be a luxury. I mean certain types are very expensive so you'd never eat them every day. But there's enough chocolate that's both good and inexpensive...Well when you're upset about something most people will automatically reach for it."

"It is a luxury in Karse, and quite expensive." Given it was made from plants grown in Valdemar, that wasn't surprising. "I don't believe it was ever used for that purpose, but I can understand why Buffy was so worried. She thought I'd been deprived of comfort."

"Exactly." Isabel wasn't about to get into a discussion of chocolate and female hormones even though watching Karal blush would be cute. "I'll have to drop some by for you. I always have a stash in my dresser."

"Thank you, that would be wonderful." Karal stopped paying attention to his marshmallow while he turned to smile at Isabel, and when he glanced back it was on fire. "Glory!" he exclaimed and pulled it out to start blowing on it frantically.

"You should try that," she said once the flames were out. "Some people like them crispy."

He studied it doubtfully, glancing back at Isabel, but tried it. "It's interesting," he finally said. "But not quite to my taste. May I have another?"

"Yeah, I'm not a fan of crispy either." Isabel handed over the bag. "You can have as many as you want. Just be warned, too many will make you very bouncy."

For lack of anything else to do with it, he tossed the crisped marshmallow back into the fire, and took another. "Bouncy?"

"Hyper, excited, giddy, energetic," she listed. "It's from all the sugar." Her marshmallow was ready so she pulled it off the fire and started to make a s'more. "Watch what I do so you can do it."

"Bouncy, yes! I've seen that. Sometimes the highborn children would be given honey sweets and, well, yes, became quite bouncy," he said, shaking his head as he watched her carefully.

"Too many of these and you'll be just as bouncy." Isabel frowned, "Highborn? There was that much of a class difference?"

"All are equal in the Eyes of Vkandis," he said dutifully, then grimaced. "Except for those whom the priests deemed worthy of special treatment. In the Cloister, those were the highborn children. I was not welcome among them, though that was where I was placed." They'd made his life a misery, until Ulrich had come for him. "Do you think this is done?" he asked, holding the marshmallow so she could see it.

"It is," she nodded thoughtfully. "That's not something you're going to have to worry about here. To most everyone here, what matters is who you are now, not where you're born."

He nodded and began assembling the ingredients in the same way she had. "I am beginning to understand that," he said quietly. "It was unexpected." He frowned at his s'more and held it up. "This is going to become unwieldy when I attempt to eat it, isn't it?"

Isabel licked at a smear of chocolate on her lip. "Very."

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