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          " Um, do you want to get the fire going, then?  I'm going to go get everything from the car so we can actually eat.  Sorry the fishing thing didn't go so well, eheh. "  Laughing sheepishly, Gary pushes the sleeves of his flannel pullover up to his elbows where he prefers them, then sets his hand against the rocks circling their firepit before he pushes himself to stand up.  " Usually I'm pretty patient about these things, but there's just too much to see out here to sit still. "

          He manages to look a little shy about this confession, mostly because he had been the one who insisted on trying to fish in the first place.  When Gregory simply waves him off and starts digging around in their bag for matches, Gary laughs again and hurriedly shuffles off for the car to find the cooler with the various things he had packed them, as a just - in - case failsafe.  Clearly a good choice.

          The very last thing Gary Harrison had expected out of the school's summer camping trip is to have been somehow paired off with one of the Goth kids, for anything at all.  Not because, of course, he was expecting to be paired off with anyone in particular -- more, he didn't expect them to even be here in the first place.

          But here he was, currently standing beside Pete as the counselor ran off the check list of things and assigned people to acquire them, pairing them off at random from her list.  He and Pete had already been assigned to getting tinder for the bonfire in the next hour.  It meant going in a little deeper than the edge of the woods, but he didn't mind, even if Pete nearby seemed like he'd rather jam the wood in his eyes and through his brain than be here.  ( God, please say he isn't planning on it. )