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It had taken Alex all of ten minutes to pack and then unpack. Unpacking, in this instance, meant kicking his bag under his bed and leaving it there. Once that was done, he wandered down to the main campfire, a place he'd frequented during the previous trip to the cabins. Claiming a spot on the first night seemed like the right thing to do so he settled down, legs stretched out in front of him.

The clouds looked a little threatening but rain would only bother him if he lit a cigarette and had it go out. He'd just have to light another or something. Not like it hadn't happened before. For now, he'd take the warm, cloudy night and his last bit of relaxation before classes started again.

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"My knowledge or my S'mores?" She laughed, sticking another marshmallow on the end of her stick. "I can share both. Generous that way. Besides, it's more fun if someone else is making a mess with you."

"I don't need your knowledge but I never pass up free food," he decided. "Especially if it's good and the process of making it is enjoyable for me."

Because yes, watching a hot girl make food was enjoyable.

"Enjoyable?" Her mouth quirked upward, and she looked over her shoulder at him, the marshmallows sitting just above the flame. "I'm the entertainment now?"

She didn't sound entirely displeased by that idea.

"I'm having an enjoyable time watching you make a s'more," he said honestly. "It's a good view."

"Is it now," she was pleased by that, the idignance in her tone entirely put on. "I think I'm being objectified."

"You're being enjoyed," he corrected. "Big difference."

"Hmm," she made a non-committal sound, still amused. "Alright. Marshmallows between the graham crackers, with the chocolate. I can do this."

Even if the marshmallows were hotter than she expected, yelping as she burned the tips of her fingers trying to get one off.

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"Such a girl," he teased with an easy laugh. "Can't take a little pain."

"Hey, I don't see you doing it," she stuck her fingers into her mouth, holding the stick out to him.

He waved it off and said, "Why should I do it when you're doing so well?"

"Uhuh," she rolled her eyes at him, using her other hand to pull of the marshmallows and to squish them between the graham cracker-chocolate combo. "There. I injured myself making this for you, I hope you'll remember."

"I'll treasure it," he said, sighing exaggeratedly. "And after I eat it, I'll treasure it even more for the hunger it will quench."

"If that's all it takes to quench your hunger," she laughed, taking a bite of what was actuyally a big gooey mess. "There's no neat way to eat these, is there?"

Serena was sure that she'd managed to get marshmallow in her hair, somehow.

"I don't think so," he said, shaking his head. "But, hey, that just means you get to lick your fingers."

"An event I look forward to with keen anticipation," she joked, still trying to manage to eat the S'more without getting more of it on her than in her mouth.

"Hey, me too," he said and winked. "I enjoy the little things."

"It's the best way to be," and it was something she'd only learned not that long ago. "I feel like I'd be letting you down if I didn't make the most of it."

"And no one wants to go letting me down," he said, honestly believing that because he had a huge ego.

"Sure they don't," she held out chocolate covered fingers to him, smiling, "I mean, what would I do without you?"

He eyed those fingers and then eyed her. "You want me to lick them?" Hey, it was either that or she wanted to shake hands.

"I don't know," she smirked, her entire posture playful as she stepped in even closer, "what do you want to do with them?"

Was she serious? He wasn't too sure so he didn't move just yet. No need to have some girl smacking him.

"I asked you first."

"And I offered," she was standing too close for it to be mistaken, her grin entirely cheeky, "unless you're too shy, in which case I understand," Serena made as if she was going to pull her fingers away.

"I'm not shy," he said, one hand reaching out to snag her wrist. "I just had to make sure I wasn't being baited into getting my face smacked by a manipulative girl."

Her mouthed quirked at that, hiding a smile. She'd missed this game, as much as she'd deny it. "Not this time."

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