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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"Like a lime green protective wall?" Ben asked.

Billy snorted a laugh. "Sure, but can we make it look more like a force field?"

How exactly were you going to do that, Billy?

"You want the jello monstrosity to float?" Ben asked, laughing. "I can do that."

"You have telekinesis or something?" Billy asked, raising both eyebrows -- and laughing a little bit, because Freddy would be so proud of him for thinking of it. "That'd be cool."

"I do, actually," Ben said. "Okay, so floating jello is one part. What part of this monstrosity are we going to cook?"

Billy dug a hand into his hair in one of those universal gestures of perplexity. "Does canned tuna have to be cooked?"

"Probably not," Ben said. "Make toast to put it on, maybe?"

"Sure," agreed Billy. And frowned down at the campfire. "So . . . maybe I should go find some sticks to put the bread on?"

"That would be much safer than just holding it in your hand," agreed Ben Skywalker, father of the year.

Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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