Toffee Campfire, Friday Early Evening

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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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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."

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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!

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"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!

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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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One more thing to add to the list of things that Jono hadn't done in a couple of years now? Drooling.

Drooling chocolate and marshmallow and trying not to laugh as well as he worked steadfastly on maybe, if he was lucky, perhaps just moving his jaw a bit?

It wasn't working out for him so much, no.

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Ariel's hands covered her face, as if she couldn't bear to watch anymore. And she couldn't. She couldn't handle how much it was making her laugh. So her silent laugh got buried in her palms, and she peeked through her fingers to see if he'd made any progress of if the whole mission would have to be completely aborted.

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To his credit, Jono didn't give up easily, no. He'd actually managed to reduce the s'mores tower to a mess of disgusting half-chewed sticky marshmallow goo.

But swallowing was absolutely not going to happen, and Ariel's peek was ill-timed if she didn't want to catch sight of that very same glob of s'more hitting full reverse as Jono worked on spitting it out into the fire.

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And as far as pretty things that come out of people's mouths went, a great big mess of half-melted chocolate, graham cracker, and marshmallow was not one of them. Ariel was simultaneously disgusted and amused, appalled and tickled, and the combination of both feelings at once left her pretty sure she as going to die from laughing so hard.

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"Bleh," said Jono, eloquently, while he raised his arm to wipe his face off on his sleeve.

Well. He'd certainly spat out worse in his lifetime.

"Bit off a bit more than I could chew, there, luv."

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The giggling dying down to a slight chuckle, Ariel quickly put together a much smaller, much more manageable tower and gave it over as a peace offering.