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Summer Picnic, Main Campfire, Friday afternoon

At lunchtime, the campfire area was set up with blankets, baskets, picnic tables, food, and ant problems. The groundskeeper who brought the ants was later sent home for the rest of the day. It turned out that he didn't really like picnics.

[OOC: I suck and completely forgot about this. Sorry about the relative lateness. It's a sunny and fairly comfortable day. I MOD WEATHER! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!]

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Anakin blinked. "Good to know," he said slowly.

"Nor do they speak German, Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Greek, Pig Latin or Gibberish, but they do know sign language. Bridge and I were talking to them," Rory explained.

Anakin laid down on the blanket and flung his arm over his eyes. "My brain hurts," he complained.

"They also don't speak the alien languages Bridgey tried," Rory said helpfully. "We wanted them to go away."

"And shooing them was too easy?" Anakin asked, still not moving his arm.

"That would be mean," Rory said, lounging on the blanket. "Are you going to eat anything but cookies?"

"Nope," Anakin answered. "Just cookies. It's been a long day."

"You were fine this morning," Rory said, frowning.

"Greg was waiting for me at Flamingo," Anakin said with a groan. "Dressed in a bathrobe. With my haircut. Wanting to be a Jedi."

Rory snorted attractively.

And then tried to keep a straight face. "Oh. I'm...sorry?"

"It's not funny," Anakin muttered. "He wouldn't take no for an answer."

He paused. "He brought a stuffed turtle with him."

"...why?"

"I told him about Yoda. He was using it to demonstrate that he was willing to give up attachments or something," Anakin said. "It was just so weird."

Rory was back to laughing. "I'm sorry. It's...you poor thing."

"Can I kill him now, please?" Anakin asked, peeking out from under his arm. "Or maim him a little bit?"

"No, Isabel would be sad, but...he had your hair?"

"Braid and ponytail," Anakin said, nodding. "Freak."

"How did he manage it?" Rory wondered.

"I wasn't in the mood to ask him for fashion tips," Anakin grumbled. "I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell he was trying to do."

"He wanted to be a Jedi? Did you tell him he's too old and he'd have to give up Isabel?" Rory asked, still giggling.

"Yes," Anakin said, biting into a cookie. "He said that he'd be able to be sneaky enough to hide his relationship from the Council, especially since they're further away than Canada or New Zealand."

He gave Rory a pleading look. "Are you sure I can't kill him?"

"Probably not," Rory said apologetically. "He sounds like he didn't mean any harm, at least."

"He's a banthabell solo away from being as annoying as the Temple younglings," Anakin muttered.

"They were so cute!"

"Not cute," Anakin said, finishing off the cookie and reaching for another.

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