lucky-go-angela sent: *chews on her thumb* How's the search going? I'm letting your kicking habits into my tent.

Hmm— I got— this— [Holds up an old tent he found, frowning at it. It’s full of patches and looks a little dirty.] I thought I had a newer one, but this is all I’ve found so far. Heh— think it’ll keep the rain out?

lucky-go-angela sent: *calls after him* You have to at least have a sleeping bag, right?

Yeap! I got a couple of them!

lucky-go-angela sent: *nods* good! You have a tent, right?

Uhhhh…

[Scratches his head.] … Crap, I knew I was forgetting something.

Hold on— I’m pretty sure I do! Lemme go check, okay?

lucky-go-angela sent: as long as you get kindling and good wood, I can cook. I hate looking for good kindling -_-

No worries, Ang, no worries! I’m the kindling master! I can sniff out kindling like sniffin’ out bacon! I’ll find such good wood it’ll make NEXT year’s fire better! There’ll be enough good wood to make three tree houses out of, with enough left over for— for tree porches!

Aw the babiesssss. ♥ Wookit da widdle babiieeesss!

(Source: justicelei)

lucky-go-angela sent: you be on wood duty.

[Salutes.] Yes sir!

[Pulls his axe from his rucksack, holding it aloft like a sword.]

FOR KING ANGELA OF CASTANET.

lucky-go-angela:

OOHHH okay, that makes more sense. I still don’t understand how we can see Finn and no one else can.

Oh— I think it’s got something to do with, like— how we can see the goddess n’stuff.  [Scratches his head.] Something about— being the chosen heroes or— ringing the bells… finding the rainbows… I dunno Ang, it’s a little over my head. [Grins.] I just does what I’m told, heh!

(Source: kevinism)

lucky-go-angela sent: I can knight you! *taps one of his shoulders than the other with two fingers* I now dub you Sir Kevin of Castanet county. Will you serve and protect your king?

[Takes a knee.]

My liege— I will dedicate every moment of my life to servitude of you.

And camping.

lucky-go-angela:

And when did Eunice start speaking?

Well she— she sorta—

She—

She did this whole thing— [Bats his eyelashes a little.] —and Finn said—

… You know, now that I think about it, I guess Finn was just… translating… huh.

(Source: kevinism)

lucky-go-angela sent: *nods fervently* YEAH! I am the camping king. ...Queen. No! KING!

What! If you’re the camping king, what am I?!

No— no, I want to be the camping KNIGHT.