utterinfinity [[ Our muses are camping. The tent catches fire. ]]
" 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.
Hefting it from the back seat, he turns back to the campsite -- and almost instantly, he deadpans. Well, the fire is going. ... On the tent. Yes, that is exactly how you get the fire for dinner going. " What did you do!? "
