Franklin Delano Roosevelt Campfire, Monday Evening

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.


[[Open like a campfire!]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Shilo!" Merlin waved, still poking at the damn fire. "Have you had a s'more before?"

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"I've never even been to a campfire before," Shilo admitted, "let alone had a s'more. What is it?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's a cracker with chocolate and marshmallow." Clearly the best thing he;d had since coming here.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"That sounds... interesting?" Shilo asked, the look on her face indicating that she was imagining the combination with perhaps a saltine or something similar, but not a graham cracker.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was bad at this sort of thing. "You'll like it, I promise."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she replied. "I hope you know that I'll hold you to those words."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"On my honor, good lady," Merlin said, drawing himself up in fake seriousness.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

She laughed a little at his attempt to be serious. "Verily, then," she replied, "I look forward to it."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin wasn't going to laugh. Really. The bowing low wasn't to hide that from sight. "Shall we?"

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Yes, let's," she replied.

Although she still seemed nervous about this concoction of chocolate, sugar, and crackers.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin offered her his arm to lead her to the supplies and... a stick for roasting over the tiny fire. "It's a bit of a process."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo took his arm (thankful for the glow of the fire that would hide the light blush that rushed to her cheek because oh God she was touching a boy) and then stared at the stick.

"Perhaps you could walk me though it..?" she suggested.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Of course! You put the marshmallow--" He grabbed one of the white blobs and offered it to her. "--on a stick to roast it."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Roast it?" Shilo looked from the stick, to the blob, to the fire, and then to Merlin. "Where's the oven?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Over the--" pathetic "--fire."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"And on the stick?" Shilo had finally glanced around and noticed what the others were doing.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes! You cook it until it's a soft and then add it to the chocolate and crackers," He said, grabbing her the rest of the bits.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo examined the crackers. "What kind are these?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Graham." No, he didn't know what kind that was. "It's quite good if you wanted to try it."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

She takes a nibble from one corner. "Hey... that tastes like childhood really good!" Maybe this s'more thing wasn't so worrisome after all.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"See? I know what I'm talking about after all."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"I shall never doubt you again," she joked, while putting her marshmallow on the stick.