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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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Huh?

[It takes a second of blinking at her for her words to catch up to him, and then he's blinking over at said hook.]

Huh. Damn. [That's more of a half-whistled "I must be high" damn. Maybe a bit of a self-depreciating "how did I miss that" one, too. He mutters thanks and trots over to it, crossing his arms to evaluate the light distribution across their little campsite.]

[ She smiles a little at him, still a little foggy in the head and needing a moment to remember that LOL SHE'S COOKING.

Turns back tot he sausage, moving it around before it can burn before she starts adding a few other things, the potatoes, herbs, spices and seasonings. ]

It's fine for now. Once we get it back in the tent it'll light up the entire thing, right?

Maybe.

[Yeah, he doesn't sound too worried about that, because he's worried over something else:]

Y'can see, right...

[Guess it doesn't matter, because the smell has him slowly creeping closer until he's nearly standing on top of her.]

I can see fine.

[ He's got a lantern shining relatively close and there's still a little light left lingering in the sky. Then she feels him right behind her and she smiles at him. ]

It won't be long.

How long is that...

[Impatient over here. He sinks down by her and tries to snatch some sausage from the skillet like the idiot he is.]

Well everything needs to cook through. So maybe about twent-- h-hey, careful! It's hot!

[Ffft it is - he drops it and scowls at it for being so hot, sticking his fingers into his mouth like a kid.]

[ She flinches a little at his sudden reaction, putting the lid on the skillet to let it cook before she's turning her attention back to him, fingers curled gently on his arm. ]

You okay?

[Just. Sulking and huffy over everything, but yeah, he's totally fine even if he's a big huge baby about it. Still, he doesn't jerk his arm away, which might be progress or it might be that he's enjoying the attention down in there somewhere.]

Mmhmm.

[Fingers are still stuck in his mouth though.]

[ She gives him a helpless sigh when he says he's fine. Honestly, what adult just sticks his hand in a skillet of hot food. ]

You knew it was hot, Broer. You shouldn't have done that. But as long as you're alright...

[A very, very high one. And hungry one. And impatient one. And one who likes to pretend he's immune to shit.]

Yeah...

[But.]

Still hungry.

[Grumble grumble bitch kvetch.]

[ Sounds more like a child to her. ]

You have your beer and cheese. Just snack on that until this is done.

[Get out.]

It takes too long.

It won't take long at all. You're just impatient.

What's wrong with that.

[Huff huff.]

You're the one who burned yourself. Not me.

[Touche.

With a sullen look he folds his hands into his lap and stares at the not-cooking-quickly-enough potatoes. He doesn't have an argument about that...]

Could microwave it.

[Nah, he still does. But mostly it's to aggravate her.]

[ She blinks over at him at the suggestion, looking horrified. ]

Absolutely not! That's NOT cooking. And you said that would be cheating.

...so's the apron.

[Turns out he totally sucks at keeping a straight face when he's high, but he can't help but make it worse.]

The apron is necessary this time around.

Not if y'were less messy.

I'm not THAT messy. I just don't want to get anything on my dress...

[ He bought it for her after all. It had to have cost him money. Money down the DRAIN if it gets stained or ruined. ]

[Oh, she's...

taking him seriously. Well that sobers him up.]

Yeah...

[Uh, he never got lessons on how to be less awkward. So he just kind of pokes her side. Really, he's an overgrown kid sometimes.]

[ Not that seriously. She just really likes the dress.

Either way, she glances over and looks at him when he pokes her side, grabbing his finger and bringing it up to her lips to bite it. ]

[Well he sure thinks he messed up. But it must not be that bad, because she's biting his finger and being cute and he's smirking at it.]

Huh.

[Just that. Huh, some vocalized hum that could mean anything or nothing or both.]