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[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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Hm? I wasn't...

[But now he's thinking about it. He rolls his eyes and lightly pinches her side, a teasing punishment for the fact that he's got food on the brain now.]

[ The pinch surprises her and she lets out a soft laugh, shifting against him. ]

It was just a question...

[Cute.]

If you wanna eat, just say it.

[Teasing, mostly, he's feeling too lazy to make it a proper jab. And it's a good excuse to try to pinch her again.]

[ Jab or not, she could use some food and a little cuddling out in the fresh air. She loves twilight, loves watching the end of the day pull out the beginning of the night, loves watching for the stars peeking out one by one. ]

I can make us something. It might take a little while on the cooktop but I can definitely do it.

[That sounds like a good enough idea to him, but as he pulls his arms away he thinks of something and makes a displeased, concerned little hum.]

Your dress...

[What a worrywart.]

My dress?

[ Blinks down at it and brushes her hand over the skirt. It really was a nice gift from him and she doesn't want to ruin it. ]

Well, I'd change. But apparently going inside to do that is cheating.

It is.

[Huff. He doesn't want her to change, anyway, he likes her just fine in the dress. Normally he'd just take over the job, but she likes cooking... Maybe they could make sausage. But then she'd have to find a way to eat it...

Yep, totally spacing out on her right now and thinking very serious thoughts about condiment spilling prevention.]

[ Meanwhile, she's thinking less on that dress and more on the food. ]

What did you bring out to cook? I have some sausage in that cooler.

I...

[Give him a second to come out of the mental condiment fog... wait for it... oh.]

Uh. [Blink.] Potatoes, cheese, onions... mayonaise.

[Curry ketchup and bread, a few other things, but he can't think of what else at the moment.]

[ She smiles at him and nods. ]

I can whip something up with that. But can I at least have an apron from inside so I don't mess up my dress?

[There's a twitch in his jaw as he holds himself back from saying no, they're camping, and he knows that she knows that's exactly what he's doing, even if he does manage to keep his mouth shut. Once it passes he wraps his arms around her again and manages to look pretty damn sneaky.]

Maybe...

[ It's either APRON or RUIN THE DRESS HE BOUGHT HER. Up to him. But the moment he wraps his arms around her she gives him a smile. ]

What if I say pretty please?

[Well, there's always SANDWICHES but right now he's just being an ass.]

Won't hurt.

[ She smiles and reaches back to scratch his hair gently. ]

Pretty pleeeeease?

[For some reason he wasn't expecting her to say it and he ends up making some noise between a snort and a chuckle, surprised. While that's more than enough reason to let her go, he's liking the attention - and feeling incredibly lazy to boot.]

Hm. Don't let Lodewijk out.

[Because he would almost bet that Lodewijk's fuzzy ass will try to escape and join the two of them while they eat.]

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