08-29-2018, 03:02 PM
Morgan let what little guard he had down as he felt his favorite feline push up against him. He let out a quiet, brief "Mmm," finding himself wagging his tail as his attention was split. "S'mores," he whispered, remembering the Fenrisulfr-cooked treats. He couldn't have the full thing before since chocolate was toxic to him, but even marshmallows and graham crackers alone worked surprisingly well.
Ophelia's opinion caused the samoyed to sigh, relieved. "I'm glad. I want the best for Tanglewood, of course." Leroy's comment provided some hope as well; even if it was a whole five weeks, at least recovery was certain. "I'm sure those five weeks'll go by quickly enough."
The suggestion to make s'mores with his boyfriend was brilliant to Morgan, who trotted over to the table once again. "Come on, Vigenere, let's make s'mores!" It took a few seconds for him to locate the ingredients, which were all scattered in bags around the table. He used a bit of water to soak into some crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate, then levitated them together. "Can you make one for me, please? This one here's for you, my Vigenere."
The dog headed toward the bonfire next, holding the s'more close to the beautiful flames. He could feel the water begin to evaporate, so he took some deep breaths to focus and keep it cold. Next, as if Morgan had commanded it, a small bit of the fire suddenly licked the floating s'more, roasting it to exactly how he wanted it. "Ah... this looks good." He drew the water out of the ingredients and took the finished piece of food into his mouth, holding it tight with his teeth but being careful not to bite into it. "W'nt a sh'morre, Vee-g'nere?" With a joyous expression, he brought the treat away from the fire and over to the Captain.
Ophelia's opinion caused the samoyed to sigh, relieved. "I'm glad. I want the best for Tanglewood, of course." Leroy's comment provided some hope as well; even if it was a whole five weeks, at least recovery was certain. "I'm sure those five weeks'll go by quickly enough."
The suggestion to make s'mores with his boyfriend was brilliant to Morgan, who trotted over to the table once again. "Come on, Vigenere, let's make s'mores!" It took a few seconds for him to locate the ingredients, which were all scattered in bags around the table. He used a bit of water to soak into some crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate, then levitated them together. "Can you make one for me, please? This one here's for you, my Vigenere."
The dog headed toward the bonfire next, holding the s'more close to the beautiful flames. He could feel the water begin to evaporate, so he took some deep breaths to focus and keep it cold. Next, as if Morgan had commanded it, a small bit of the fire suddenly licked the floating s'more, roasting it to exactly how he wanted it. "Ah... this looks good." He drew the water out of the ingredients and took the finished piece of food into his mouth, holding it tight with his teeth but being careful not to bite into it. "W'nt a sh'morre, Vee-g'nere?" With a joyous expression, he brought the treat away from the fire and over to the Captain.