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Toffee Campfire, Friday Early Evening

The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

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Main campfire + big brother + s'mores = awesome mooching potential.

And Ariel wasn't even in math class. As soon as she spotted who'd camped out and was singing, she bounced over, plopped on the nearest log and affixed Jono with her best, biggest, don't you just want to feed me? eyes she could muster.

And of course her mind was entirely on the food.

She couldn't help it that she never actually realized what was going on behind that scarf and that Jono never actually technically spoke to her. She just thought it was a fashion statement, here....

Hey, a look like that was totally going to earn a soft laugh and an armload of S'mores ingredients being offered her way. Her adorable eyes had power.

"Evening, luv," Jono said, nodding her way. "Good night to beg for food, innit?"

That statement was pleasant enough. People wouldn't be able to throw Jono into a bad mood if they were trying, right now.

The armload was very well received, and Ariel went almost immediately into opening up the candybars. The pieces of chocolate went into her mouth, and the wrappers went into her pocket.

What? They were so shiny!

Then she smirked at Jono, rolling her eyes and shaking her head with the attitude of a person who believe that any night was a good begging for food night, and then she tilted her head in her frequent silent inquiry of how he was doing. He seemed in an awfully good mood for such a Mr. Grumpypants Spoilsport that he was.

Oh, he was in the best mood. Ever. Definitely the best mood ever. He'd spent the last few hours kissing his girlfriend until his face hurt, and now he was stuffing himself sick with junk food.

"I'm going to say that any day I can smile and tell a person how I'm doing is a good day," he decided, crossing his arms over his chest. "Especially over marshmallows. I've had entirely too many marshmallows."

It was completely possible that there was also a sugar high at work, here.

Again, Ariel was giving Jono that look like he was speaking nonsense, because there was clearly no such thing as too many marshmallows, which she was going to prove now by shoving as many of them into her mouth as possible and grinning goofily at him after doing so.

Then she tilted her head thoughtfully at Jono as she chewed...and chewed...and chewed a little bit more before she could finally swallow it all down in one big, sticky marshmallow gulp. Her hand then dances around her face a little, drawing a circle around her mouth and jaw to indicate his lack of scarf, and then put both her thumbs up in the air for approval. It was a good look for him.

She threw in a waggle of her eyebrows. A very good look, if she may say so.

Err, express so, anyway.

It actually took Jono a moment to let all of that sink in. It wasn't that what Ariel was saying was difficult to comprehend, no. She actually communicated very clearly for a girl who had no voice. It was just...

It had been a long while since most people had looked at him with anything besides pity. Or worse. He was still reveling in it.

"You like it? I'm actually rather fond of it myself," he replied, amused. "The whole, Jono-has-a-jawline look. Could very well grow on me."

Ariel's head returned to bobbing, a very certain and assuring nod that, yes, it definitely should grow on him. It was a nod filled with authority, matched with a confident popping into her mouth of about six halves of graham crackers, broken and then stacked into one tall tower which now went into the cavern of doom, as far as junk food went. As she chewed, she gestured, shrugged, moved her head. Quite clearly, the lack of scarf, though they were always very nice and mysterious, gave him just so much more...face, and it was very dynamic, although she felt it did seem to distract a little from his hair, which she'd always admired, of course, and....

Apparently, Ariel was having a whole conversation in her head with her hands and shoulders that just kept going on although likely anyone, even a telepath, was probably lost well past hair. She didn't seem to bothered by this, however.

Yes, it was one thing to be able to follow a compliment. It was another thing entirely to decipher a flailing about of limbs that was so... exuberant. At least.

So, while he was certainly paying attention, his expression had gone from bemused consideration to confusion to perhaps a touch of awe at what was starting to look less like communication and more like manic interpretive dance by the moment.

"No more wrappings," he said, at length, once he was worried that his eyes were going to cross. "You can hold me to that, luv."

Wee-eeelll...Ariel looked a little skeptical for a moment, shrugging because, in her mind, it shouldn't be completely discounted, and perhaps, on occasion, something like a nice scarf should make an appearance to become a homage to what would now clearly go down in history as a classic Jonothon Starsmore look (someone had been reading way too many fashion magazines at work...), but then the real important implications of his statement hit her like a brick...

...important to her, anyway. Ariel's eyes widened a moment, and then she laughed. Hey! Now he (pointed to Jono) could go running around(little fingers like legs jogging in the air) with her (point to herself), in the rain (fingers on both hands now dancing and descending a few times from the sky) without cute little redhead (again, indicating herself) having to (and now she hoisted up something very clearly invisible and stubborn) carry them off!

Oh, Jono caught the meaning of that one instantly, and it earned a laugh from him that very nearly had him toppling over backwards.

"Yes, yes I suppose that's true too, hm?" He was still grinning by the time he managed to straighten up again. Being able to laugh was so liberating. "I'll have to coordinate a wardrobe for just that purpose. Sitting around in th'rain."

A pause.

"Dancing around in th'rain. If I'm going to do it, I might as well make it count."

Ariel chuckled, as Jono corrected himself before she could even begin to try, and then pointed to her head. Pointed to her head and then waggled a finger at him because he was a smart, smart man, and she liked that. She also liked that he was in such a great mood. Of course, she adored her big brother even when he was a big stick in the mud, but this was also pretty nice, too.

"Well, I have my moments," Jono replied, giving her a wink before reaching for another marshmallow.

So... Many... Marshmallows...

"I suppose th'sugar helps, too."

Suuuugaaaaaar!

Ariel bobbed her head, thanking Jono for reminding her as she built another tower, this time with chocolate pieces, and shoved them into her mouth.

Another thing that was great about junk food? She could shove a ton of it in and still talk with her mouth full!

A mouthful like that certainly did speak volumes, didn't it?

Jono laughed and nudged the bag of marshmallows her way again.

"I could toast one of these for you, if you'd like to make s'mores out of it," he noted. "Or are you enjoying finding out just how much room you've got for it all in there?"

Ariel proudly, contentedly patted her stomach, which, for all its anatomical impossibility, could be like a bottomless pit, at least when it came to sugar.

Sushi and Thai food, however...

...Ariel was not thinking about sushi or Thai food right now, just delicious graham crackers and chocolate and fluffy marshmallows. To Jono's offer, though, she just shook her head. For all her pyromaniac tenancies, she actually didn't like her s'more toasted...

...actually, she didn't like them toasted because of the pyromaniac tendencies. Too many marshmallows sadly charred beyond consumption. Too many flung carelessly, dangerously into the darkness of the woods...

Sigh.

"Suit yerself, then," came his reply as Jono skewered a marshmallow on the end of a stick regardless. "More for me."

Look, just because he'd been on fire since he was seventeen didn't mean he wanted to spend the rest of his life eating raw food.

Food. Fire. Good.

Ariel would certainly have to be in agreement, shrugging her own shoulders and happily building up a monster tower of s'mores materials that was never going to actually fit in her mouth, but was certainly no reason for her not to try.

If she had the capability, humming happily would certainly be in order here.

So Sue Jono for finding himself fascinated in Ariel's construction skills, here. He was staring again, mouth hanging open a little more with every piece that she added on.

"That's another use for them, I suppose, yes."

Ariel grinned a little, and then, very carefully, held out her palm and put her little fun food tower on it, being sure to keep it balanced and standing. And then, with a slowly approaching hand, the speed of a moving glacier, she moved her hand over to offer it to him. If he ate it, or attempted to, then she could get to build another one!

The tower wavered a little in an errant breeze, but still held firm due to its strong base of graham cracker.

Well, there was something to be said for a strong foundation...

And Jonothon's marshmallow had lit on fire while he was busy gaping anyhow. He sighed, giving Ariel a wry smile before scraping the burning mess against a log, and then making a reach for the stack of sugary things.

"I hope you don't want me to eat this all in one go, luv."

Ariel gave Jono a knowing smirk as she watched his scortched marshmallow join the ranks of those ill suited for consumption, and then quirked an eyebrow, one that seemed to say that she hoped he didn't think that she would do anything but want him to eat in all in one go.

He had his mouth out! He should put it to good use!

"If I choke on it, I'm blaming you," Jono decided almost loftily as he leaned in for a moment to inspect the assembled s'more of doom. "I just thought you should know."

He was nice like that. And, apparently, he was about to find out just how big his mouth was. Getting it in wasn't the problem. The whole mess of it kind of melted bit by bit if he sucked on it some. But chewing was totally not going to happen, so he was going to take that moment to sit there, feeling absurdly like a chipmunk while he waited for the chocolate to melt some more.

Classy!

Ariel would try to say something, but 1) she couldn't because she had no voice and 2) she couldn't because she was too busy clutching her side and keeling over with giggles. But then she managed to muster up enough composure to clap her hands a little, encouraging him on. He could do it! So close!

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Kurt waved at Ariel with a smile.

Ariel, nibbling on about her umpteenth marshmallow, smiled and waved back, wondering where his cute friend may have gone. She tilted her head, that oh-so-frequently used inquisitive gesture to ask how he was, before she offered the current bag of marshmallows in her hand for him to take a few.

Seriously.

Take them away from her before she turned into a marshmallow herself.

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