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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"We can grill the tomatoes--" she pronounced it "to-mah-toes", "--and then smush them together for some sort of chutney for the sausages," she said. "We make a very spicy one at home with onions, tomatoes and chiles. If we," she frowned at the marshmallows, "burn them to ash we can still use them without it being horrifyingly sweet, perhaps?"

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Wayne's head snapped Shuri's way, but it was a distinctly impressed snap.

"Chutney," he declared, "is a great idea, and you can't ever go wrong with grillin'. Mebbe...now...mebbe..."

He was thinking. You could practically see gears turning slowly in his head.

"Now mebbe we can see if there's some maple syrup over in the other ingredients. The real stuff, I'll not be inviting any Mrs. Buttersworth to my table. But we use that...and the marshmallows....sort of melt 'em down, smoke 'em up a bit, mebbe add some bacon, get a decent sort of sweet glaze for the..." He seemed to struggle to call them that, all things considered, but if that's how Shuri saw them... "...sausages. That way, there's a nice compliment, isn't it? You got the sweet and smoky with the meat, and then the chutney'll bring in spice. Might not be a bad comination..."

"Let's do it!" Shuri said, looking gleeful.

"...who's Mrs. Butterworth?"

"Mrs. Butterworth...," said Wayne, "...is a disgrace to all right, proper syrup. Fuck, feel sick just even callin' it syrup. Mrs. Butterworth? More like....Mrs. Butter-Not-Worth-My-Time."

But there was grillin' and smushin' and glazin' to be done, so Wayne turned sharply toward where they could get the other things they need.

"Well," he said, "pitter-patter. Let's get at 'er."

Shuri smiled again. "I like an efficient man," she said. "I'll work on the start of the chutney, you go kill some marshmallows?"

And Wayne smiled back, a smile you didn't even have to look that hard to find, either, since that was just about one of the best compliments a man like him could get.

"Oh," he said, before going to do just that, "the obituaries are already ready for print."

"Soon they shall be with their ancestors," Shuri called, "singing campfire songs!"

Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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