What Jonothon knew about canoeing could be summed up in very few words: There is a boat. There are paddles. Somehow, you use one in order to propel the other, and pray you don't fall in.
Not that he was particularly worried about falling in. Fears of drowning were pretty much obliterated along with his need to breathe. And anyhow, there were lifejackets. Lifejackets which, he had to note, looked absolutely ridiculous.
//The bright orange'll be a good look on yer, luv,// he mused, leaning over the edge of the wharf to peer into the canoe.
[For the daaaate. Stuck here so as to not risk breaking the Kellerman's posts. I'm done spamming the flist today, promise!]
- By the Lake at Kellerman's, Thursday Afternoon
2009-10-17 12:39 am (UTC) (Link)
Hey, he'd be easy to track. They'd just have to follow the smell of burning... something or other. It was a very distinct scent, really.
2009-10-17 12:48 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-17 12:51 am (UTC) (Link)
A pause.
//Or, wait. Dogs swim, don't they? That's just what we need. A lapful of helpful wet bloodhound hoppin' into the boat to save th'day.//
2009-10-17 01:22 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-17 01:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Or Jono could warm them both up, but 'I provide heat with the roiling psionic furnace that blew off my chest' didn't really seem romantic.
At all.
2009-10-17 01:35 am (UTC) (Link)
Ignoring, for the moment, her date's possible functions as a space heater, yes.
2009-10-17 01:38 am (UTC) (Link)
Edited at 2009-10-17 01:39 am (UTC)
2009-10-17 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-17 01:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Because graham crackers were totally healthy! Really!
2009-10-17 02:04 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-17 02:09 am (UTC) (Link)
... Yes. Even s'mores.
2009-10-17 02:17 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-17 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)
//Dinner wasn't ready until it was floating across th'plate. It's true.//
Wasn't that how it was supposed to be?
2009-10-17 02:27 am (UTC) (Link)
2009-10-17 02:31 am (UTC) (Link)
And now he was... well, not hungry. He couldn't feel hunger anymore, or much of anything, really. But he wanted to eat, dammit.
//I suppose this means that I'll just have to cook for yer, sometime.//
He'd draft someone with a tongue to stand around and taste things as he went, so that he wouldn't accidentally assault Didi with too much or too little of any sort of spice.