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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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"Oh, good," Peter said, attempting to at least partially match the enthusiasm.

"And then? Once I've taught you? You'll think that joke is really funny," Willow assured him.

"I'm sure I will," Peter agreed politely. "But what did Macbeth say when he saw Birnam Wood coming to Dunsinane?"

"What?" Willow asked.

"Cheese it, it's the copse!" Peter replied. And this time it may have been his turn to be a bit too amused.

Nope, Willow was geek enough that that still made her giggle. She also gave him another kiss on the cheek. Positive reinforcement and all that.

Peter grinned. "Yes, that's about it as far as non-Narnian jokes go for me."

"There's Narnian jokes?" Willow asked, looking delighted.

"Some," Peter replied, laughing. "They're skewed a bit oddly though."

"Is it easier if you understand tree humor?" Willow guessed.

"And beaver, centaur, dwarf, naiad, and so on," Peter said. "Usually I just smile and nod."

"There's a lot to study up on," Willow said, mostly to herself.

Peter glanced at her with a bit of amusement. "No one would expect you to know anything about that. Really."

"So what did you get for lunch?" Willow said, because she could topic change with the best of them. Or at least try.

"Really, Willow," Peter looked at her more seriously.

He moved on though and pulled the food out of the basket. "We have sandwiches, strawberries, deviled eggs, and brownies."

"Excellent choices," Willow said, still determined on her topic change. "For that you get gold stars."

Peter decided to come back to the topic later. "So do I get to trade the gold stars in for anything? Or do I just collect them?"

"What would you trade them for?" Willow asked.

"Tea, secret decoder rings, kisses, biscuits," Peter said. "Something like that?"

Willow patted herself down, as though checking the pockets that her dress didn't have. "I'm afraid I don't have any tea, decoder rings, or cookies on me."

"Good then," Peter said with a smile. "May I trade them in for a kiss?"

"You may," Willow said. She cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss.

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