Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 1, 2011 12:14:49 GMT -5
Ben nodded and began to clean everything up. He left the deserts out and began to pack the foods up nice and neat. He could still feel the sunburn but at least he no longer felt like he was burning. Perhaps he burned easily for he had never had been in the sun light before? Something he should look into. When the food was packed, he picked up more cake.
"Over an open fire?"
He puzzled over this and tried to figure it out. Wouldn't that be hot on the fingers? He frowned softly. This was sounding disastrous.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 1, 2011 16:05:15 GMT -5
Vee smiled and nodded, reaching for the bag of truffles. "Yep. Well, we let the fire die to coals and then cook on it. Don't worry, we won't burn or anything. You'll see."
She slipped another candy into her mouth and chewed slowly, gazing around the half-circle of forest surrounding the beach. "We haven't had rain in a while, so finding dry wood shouldnt be hard."
"I brought hamburger and veggies in the ice chest. We'll wrap them in foil and cook them on the embers." She licked powdered sugar off her fingers and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing the still slightly-damp locks away from her face.
She giggled at Ben's frown, reaching out and running her index finger over his bottom lip. "Don't you worry, I brought oven mitts and tongs to take them off the fire."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 1, 2011 16:17:32 GMT -5
Despite himself, he shivered at the touch on hips lips. He didn't know why but he hoped it wasn't bad. Didn't feel bad. He sighed and took a bite of the cake with his eyes closed.
"If only it were that simple... but I trust you. Now as always, I trust you in all that you do and say."
His eyes opened lazily as he said the last part and finished his slice of cake. He stood and stepped back from the blanket. He brushed the sand free from his body and moved to the water edge to clap the sand out of the sandals. After that he would strap them on.
"Best to find the wood before dark. How much should we get?"
He looked around the edge of the woods to find a spot to begin the stack. He picked a place between two trees that was generally clear of under growth and not too spaced out. That would keep the wood from rolling away or falling over and from attracting any unwanted creatures as well as provide a possible stack for a later return trip? He hoped so.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 1, 2011 16:31:07 GMT -5
Vee blushed and smiled softly, watching him get up and head to the water.
"We'll need rocks to ring the pit too."
She stood and went over to the bag, digging out a gauzy white dress-like cover up. She slipped it and her flip flops on. She padded across the sand, touching his shoulder lightly.
"Come on, we'll start over here." She pointed to an opening in the underbrush. "Stay within sight of each other, ok?"
With that she headed into the woods, beginning to pick up small and large pieces of wood, piling it into her other arm. Once she had as much as she could carry, she took it over to the spot Ben had found and set to in a pile. She gazed down at it, trying to judge just how much she wanted. Enough to last at least last them for the night, even though they wouldn't stay too horribly late. She nodded, making up her mind and heading back into the woods.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 1, 2011 16:41:08 GMT -5
Ben blinked at the cover up. White? Wouldn't that get see through if it got wet? He didn't think past that to keep his mind from going all psychological on it. Instead, he followed her lead. He focused mostly on larger sticks for Ben did not know how to start a camp fire. So over he stepped of the smaller sticks, over he stepped of dead grass and underbrush, and over he stepped still of the extremely flammable mixture of nature in his path. His choice of wood varied from pine to oak, and even some maple. Either way, all was bone dry.
"How many rocks will we need?"
He didn't know if he could find rocks as easily for he couldn't hold is breath for too long and couldn't recall if there were rocks in the pond or just sludge for the toes to play in as they swam. Perhaps around the shore? More than like, he rationalized.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 1, 2011 17:21:28 GMT -5
"That's good." Vee said as he set down a final arm load.
"Yeah, that'll last us for a while." She nodded. "There's a river through those trees." She nodded to the other side of the beach. "Could you go grab some medium-sized ones from the shore? We'll probably need around fifteen."
She traced the size of the fire pit she wanted in the sand with her toe.
"Yeah, fifteen'll do it." She smiled, shooing him off towards the trees. "Go on and Ill start getting the wood ready. Im going to have you chop vegetables when you get back."
She turned back and started pulling out twigs and some pine needles she'd gathered. She'd start with those in the middle, as they made the best starters. Then small sticks and medium-sized ones. The big ones would go on after they'd finished cooking.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 1, 2011 18:09:45 GMT -5
Ben looked at where she indicated and then started in that direction. After a moment, he did find the river. Unsure of exactly 'medium-sized' meant, but he did his best. He filled his arms up with lots of rocks (a few extras just in case) and started to walk back. He took it slow as to not drop the rocks. He mentally shamed himself. He should have brought a shirt. As he was about to clear the woods when a root 'jumped up' and tripped him. Rocks spilled into the sand and he fell face first. He closed his eyes tightly just before impact to avoid sand in the eyes but his whole front was covered in sand. He sat there for a second before he started to slowly pick himself up. He spat some sand out of his mouth but could still feel and taste the grit of it.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 1, 2011 20:06:43 GMT -5
Ben shifted to be kneeling in the sand, brushing his hands off.
"I'm alright. I just tripped."
He began to wipe off his face when he felt moisture. With a furrowed brow, he looked at his hands. A busted lip. He rolled his lip into his mouth and felt it with his tongue. Split it right open. He looked around for what he could have landed on. The only thing he could conclude was he busted it on... the sand? He frowned and wiped his hands on his swimming trunks. The pull had dropped some sand into his swimming trunks. He frowned and started to gather the stones.
"I just tripped over a tree root. I didn't see it on my way back."
Once he had them gathered in a pile on the ground, he stood up with them slowly. His knees were scrapped but not bleeding.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 1, 2011 20:39:34 GMT -5
"Well, you dig a little pit and lay a bridge of twigs down. That let's the fire breathe from underneath. The pine needles go on top. They burn hot and quick, but they catch the flames fast and burn just long enough to catch the twigs. Small sticks on top of that, then a small-stick teepee. The last thing you want to do is a teepee of medium sticks."
She flicked the lighter and held it between the stick until the needles caught.
"If we weren't cooking on it, we'd put big sticks on too, but since we're cooking we just want embers." She grinned in triumph as the fire caught and spread to the twigs and then the smaller sticks.
"Once it's caught everything, we can add some bigger sticks. We don't want too many though." She fed a few more sticks into the fire and then got up slowly, brushing the sand off her knees.
"Alright, let's take care of you." Taking his hand, she lead him back to the blanket, ordering him to sit as she dug out the first aid kit. Once she'd gotten the little make-shift icepack made, she knelt in front of her, running her fingers under his chin, urging him to tilt his head up. "Alright, lemme see this." She murmured softly.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 2, 2011 12:33:22 GMT -5
Ben was reluctant at first to the ice pack but eventually accepted it. He never did take care of himself whenever he did get hurt. When she said for him to show her the wound on his lip, he sighed. He looked up and brushed the hair back from his face uselessly. He watched her with an unblinking stare. It was still bleeding but slower and had mostly clotted up. It wasn't too terribly big but because he played with it when it first happened, it had gotten worse. He sat Indian style now, his hands resting on his knees and his sandals dirtying the blanket cause he forgot to take them off.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 2, 2011 15:24:39 GMT -5
Vee poked gently at his lip, moving it so she could see the little wound better.
"No, it's not bad. I'd just rather you got some ice on it to take down the swelling."
She used another pad of gauze to wipe off the blood still flowing. After the area was cleaned to her liking, she pressed the pack to his lip, taking his hand and placing it over hers before pulling her hand away, leaving him holding the icepack to his lip.
"There, keep that there for a half hour and then if the swelling's down you can take it off." She smiled.
Another quick trip to the bag and she came back with a couple of alcohol-soaked wet wipes. She opened the packets they were held in and pulled one out, turning her attentions to his scraped knees.
"This might sting a little." She murmured, carefully patting at the scrapes on his right knee.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 2, 2011 15:58:04 GMT -5
He had opened his mouth to protest when the ice pack was placed over his mouth. He jumped slightly--it was cold! When his hand was placed over the ice pack to hold it there, he did so with a frown.
"I don't think these scraps are--"
'This might sting a little.' He blinked at her, protest gone instantly in question. The smell tickled his nose before he could stop her. As that alcohol wipe touched his knee, he jerked, involuntarily trying to get away. His hand dropped with the ice pack as his other hand pulled his knee up so he could blow on the wound. Alcohol. Cursed medical thing. He hated it. From childhood to today. Though, he didn't have a high pain tolerance, he was good at masking it. This was different though. This was like poking at a wound. Something he detested.
He narrowed his eyes and slowly put his knee back down and returned the ice pack to his busted lip. He felt a bubbling anger at the pain--not at Vee. He put his free hand on his ankles, holding them tightly to resist any other movement. If the wipe touched him again, his fingers would clinch and leave possible bruises. It was a will power thing--and this was how he handled it.