Full of marshmallows and good company, and with her bed finally cleared off of crap junk important things that she desperately needed to bring to the cabins with her, Francine was relaxing on said bed with a book.

No, not That Book. That Book was hidden in a very safe place where no one would look for it even if they knew it existed.

Under her pillow, shut up.

The book she was reading had a burly brooding bearded man and a well-endowed lady on the cover, and wasn't a dingbat's guide to anything. Except maybe purple prose.

[OOC: This one's for the Ears. And possibly the BFF if she cares to snort from the other side of the wall. OMFG campfires are exhausting!