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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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[If that doesn't send some heat high on his cheeks. While the sentiment is sweet, his hands find their way to cup around her and nudge it back toward her.]

[ She blinks when he's pushing the fork back her way and the only way to describe the look in her eyes is dejection. ]

What's wrong? You're doing it so why can't I?

You made it...

[AKA Broer is still a weirdo.]

Yeah. For both of us.

[ He'll always be a weirdo. ]

I didn't help.

[Which totally explains everything.]

[ And she just shrugs, trying to offer the bite again with her best pleading look. ]

You can make me breakfast in the morning.

[The look alone gets her halfway there, and the offer more than seals the deal, an "oh" of agreement flashing across his face like someone flicked on a light switch. That sounds good.

So he leans forward to take the bite, obsessively careful not to let it fall to the ground - or worse, her dress.]

[ She's still donning her apron so the dress isn't a concern. She looks MUCH happier though after he finally concedes and takes a bite from her fork, smiling at him sweetly. ]

[But what if the apron doesn't work, it's too thin or isn't covering everything or brushes to the side - clearly Belgium doesn't know how to fret properly.

Well, he doesn't smile back, but he does look a little ~~dopey~~ starstruck.]

[ She pulls her fork away with a grin before blowing another bite for herself. ]

I thought you were gonna talk to me about the stars.

[A blink and he goes back to wolfing down his own meal, gives his head a shake. Nope.]

[ Pfft, well fine then. She'll just go back to her food too. ]

[Hey, he never said he was going to...

But mostly he is really, really distracted by how amazing eating this meal is. And then suddenly it's gone, so without further ado he reaches to snatch up the grazzy bowl.]

[ She's halfway through her's before she sees him reach for the grassy bowl. ]

Ah, that's all the food that fell on the ground.

Hm.

[Whatever, he's picking out a potato and brushing off the grass anyway.]

[ Watches him before sighing. ]

Whatever floats your boat, Broer.

[ She finishes off what's in her bowl before she heads back over to the cooktop to clean everything up. ]

[While he hears her sigh, he's too immersed in obsessively picking off grass bits to pay it much mind, at first. Let alone to hear the rest that follows.]

Mmhm.

[Wait, is that parsley or grass. It's hard to tell when it's all dark and cooked and stuff.]

Hey. [This potato is almost on his nose it's so close, before he suddenly shoves it her way.] Which one's parsley.

What?

[ She looks over at him, letting out a soft laugh when she sees how carefully he's checking the food. Takes it and looks closely, squinting in the dark. ]

Grass, I think.

[Huff.]

Can't all be grass...

[Picks up a new one and just starts flicking every green bit from it. He'll just use salt, then.]

[ Laughs as she cleans up and starts taking off the apron. ]

Am I allowed to clean up and wash my hands inside or is that cheating too?

[Even high, he can spot a good negotiation situation, and his head yanks itself up to look at her as he chews on his lip before letting go.]

Maybe.

[The same word he said earlier, but in an entirely different tone. Not something he'd poke her cheek while saying, but something he'd cross his arms and fix a good stare for - though he enjoys both about the same amount. They're both fun.]

Well considering how much you like the food and how LITTLE I had to work with, I'd say I earned it.

Then I'm coming, too.

[Grass picking is suddenly abandoned as he stands, bowl in hand, and reaches out for the rest of the supplies.]

It's your house. I'm not gonna stop you.

[ She gets up and brushes off her hands, reaching behind her to untie the apron as she heads into the house. ]

[He fully intends on carrying every dish back to the house, just in case she should spill something. This way, it won't happen.

So yep, just gathering up every pan and dish into a big stack and hoisting it all up.]

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