LBJ Campfire, Thursday Night

[likethegun]

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

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[likethegun]

"I think that would be a dish to turn me vegetarian," Sam replied. "And I'm a crap cook too, unless we're talking desserts," he added, motioning to the chocolate as he passed it over to share.

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, the entire point of s'mores is to set them on fire, unless I've been doing it wrong all these years," Emma answered, stocking up on chocolate-goodness. She was planning on making more than a few. "My idea of cooking is picking up a menu. Nothing I create has ever been FDA-approved."

[likethegun]

"Wow, that actually sounds worse than my cooking," Sam said. "My specialties are things that are burned, things that have the wrong ingredients, and things that took out an appliance while they were being made."

[icecoldfrost]

"Things on fire, things melted, and creative ingredient substitution," Emma replied gleefully. "Unfortunately, a thing of ketchup does not substitute for one rip tomato, I've found."

You knew you were bad, when even the mad scientist you lived with wouldn't even eat your cooking.

[likethegun]

"It doesn't substitute?" Sam asked, sounding genuinely confused. This was why Dean did the cooking, really. "But it's like the same thing."

[icecoldfrost]

"That's what I said!" Emma replied, throwing up her hands. "They're red! They're both tomato-ish! But it came out rather, erm, toxic. And smooshy."

[likethegun]

"I don't know about toxic, but I swear, just because something comes out a different texture than it might usually be, that doesn't automatically mean it's not edible," Sam said in commiseration. "There are lots of things that can be totally cooked, even if they're a little...squishy."

[icecoldfrost]

"Hank did the acidity test on it, and it failed," she said, looking sad for a moment. "And all the sugar has me forgetting my manners."

"Emma Frost," she said, extending the hand not currently occupied with setting marshmallows on fire. "It's not often I find a sympathetic ear, instead of someone fleeing from my sentient creations."

[likethegun]

"Sam Winchester," he said, shaking her hand. "It's not often I meet someone who doesn't immediately tell me that my fear of certain food-scorching appliances is irrational."

[icecoldfrost]

"I have simply decided that it is one of the many reasons we have The Help," Emma announced airily, waving one hand. "I tried, I fail, I hire a professional who wants my money. Everyone wins."

[likethegun]

"Yeah, I can see myself single-handedly keeping some takeout places in business in the future," Sam said. "And then no one will have to deal with fire damage. It really is for the best."

[icecoldfrost]

"You'd think for a school full of powers, from what I understand, they'd be a bit more accepting of property damage," Emma sighed. "Sadly, my copy of the student handbook gives the impression that they frown on that."

[likethegun]

"Yeah, I think acceptable fire is limited to this," Sam said, motioning to the campfire. "That's okay though, because it's all I need for s'mores, and that's good enough for now."