fandomhigh | Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

"Good morning!" Anakin blared through the microphone. "An essential skill of a camper is the ability to feed yourself over a campfire--BEAKER, GET AWAY FROM THE CAMPFIRES."

There was slightly charred sounding apologetic meeping as Beaker moved away from one of the two campfires that had been carefully set up in the park. There were rickety looking folding tables arranged nearby the fires with cutting boards, knives, bowls, and other ~~moddable~~ kitchen items nearby. There was, however, no power. Everything would have to be chopped and grated and opened from a can by hand.

"Today, you will be paired up and asked to feature one of two different sets of menu items," Anakin continued. "And then you will present them to our esteemed panel of judges: Summer, Hannibal, Peebee, and Vette." He pointed to the judges. "Your meal must be cooked over the campfire. We have an array of other ingredients--" he pointed to a pantry and set of mini fridges that Beaker was now standing near, so expect that to spontaneously fall over any minute now, "--for you to use to supplement your original ingredients, but you must use the three ingredients we give you." He took a deep breath. "Please don't give the judges food poisoning, and remember that presentation matters. Listen for your names!"

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"He's a madman," Aeryn said, picking up the tuna and frowning at it.

Mae had found a stick and was happily poking it into the fire to watch it spark and smoke.

"We could make a salad?" she suggested. "Does jello burn?"

She didn't know anything about cooking, but hey, at least they got to play with open flames!

"It would probably melt. Did you want to put burnt gelatin in a salad?" Aeryn frowned.

"Not when you say it like that," Mae said. She pulled her stick out of the fire and watched it glow and smoke. "Is it canned tuna, or those fancy sushi ones? Not that I have any idea what we'd do with it either way."

"Canned. I've seen that go in salad before," Arryn considered. "Better salads than what we'll end up with."

"We could throw everything available into one bowl and see what happens?" Mae suggested. "That's basically what salads are anyway, right?"

Aeryn considered the judges.

And decided she owed them nothing.

"Sounds like a plan," she said, going to grab some lettuce.

"Woooo! This is going to be just like in grade school when we mixed all the liquids at the table together and dared Gregg to drink it!"

"Just what a mother of a grade schooler wants to hear," Aeryn said, making a face at the lettuce.

"It's not like you can make anything toxic using the stuff from kids' lunch bags and cafeteria food," Mae said. ". . . I don't think." She tilted her head, then shook it. "Anyway, that was probably the least dangerous thing Gregg and I got up to."

This was a pair who played 'knife fight' for fun, after all.

"That's terrifiying," Aeryn said simply. "Start on the gelatin."

"Will do!" Mae grabbed the box and some water and started mixing. "How old is your kid?"

She liked kids. Kids were always up for getting up to no good.

"Ten this summer," she answered. "About the perfect age to do terrifying things."

Talyn, what with certain militaristic genes, also carried around a water gun like a security blanket as a toddler, though, so.

"Awww yeah." Mae smiled. "I loved being ten."

She said, from the lofty age of fourteen.

Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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