It's kind of something he maybe should have predicted, that she'd cook on-site. It's pretty obvious, now that he thinks about it, but for some reason he imagined... food in a basket, Tupperware, something. He pauses a few feet back, staring down the fire.
It's not a big deal. He can handle a little campfire; it's not like it's a weapon or anything. He clears his throat, shoulders stiff, but he's smiling like usual.]
Hey.
[He's got a backpack on his shoulder and he's considering sitting. Any day now. Just. Give him a minute.]
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It's kind of something he maybe should have predicted, that she'd cook on-site. It's pretty obvious, now that he thinks about it, but for some reason he imagined... food in a basket, Tupperware, something. He pauses a few feet back, staring down the fire.
It's not a big deal. He can handle a little campfire; it's not like it's a weapon or anything. He clears his throat, shoulders stiff, but he's smiling like usual.]
Hey.
[He's got a backpack on his shoulder and he's considering sitting. Any day now. Just. Give him a minute.]