Characters: Ginger McAvery and Sam Ruiz
Setting: A small little campfire hidden in the woods near campus
Content: Most likely SFW
Summary: Sam and Ginger decide that they wanna pretend they are camping. Sort of. Mostly they are making s'mores, and Ginger's contemplating what the future could be for them.

Ginger squeezed the two graham crackers together, laughing a little as the hot, charred marshmallow ballooned out with clumps of chocolate dripping down over her fingers. It wasn't her normal fair, and for a moment she debated just how many calories she was about to put in her body with just one bite. It was dumb, she realized, seeing as she didn't know how many calories it was to start with for a whole one, but she wanted to pretend she could take a bite and not feel like an utter fat cow.

Biting in, she laughed again as she looked up at Sam, "it's hot!" She exclaimed around a mouthful of marshmallow. A bit of chocolate dripped down from the corner of her mouth, and she wished for a moment that she could have done this a bit less messily. "But soo good," she added after she swallowed.

"Do you think you'll teach your kids how to make'm? Cos we don't eat anything like this in my bouse. My Mom would have a total fit right now- 'Oh My God, Ginger! You'll get so fat from just holding that! I can't believe you would put that in your body. Just think about how bad you'll look when it all goes to your ass.'" She laughed, though, in good nature. It didn't phase her that much, or so she claimed, that her own mother would call her fat.