Friday Evening: Old Campground

[badassprodigy]

So there had been a thing about jeans. Which somehow led to a date and s'mores. Despite his brain, Barry wasn't quite sure how the logic for that added up. And he was the one who suggested it.

But hey, it meant hanging out with Elsa. Plus the weather was cool enough to enjoy a campfire and just hanging out.

So Barry was going with it. Logic be damned.

So Barry had the fire going, some fixings for s'mores as well as hot dogs and buns. Time for some good old campfire food.

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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa gave him a little smile and shrugged her shoulders, finally setting back with her hot dog.

"Maybe you're right," she replied. "But 'someone to talk to...' That's something I haven't had for a long while, and it means a lot to me that you can be that someone. Don't sell yourself short, Barry, and... I'll try not to sell myself short, either. How does that sound?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Deal. Just remember I'm always here for you to talk to. No matter what, okay?" He leaned over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "Or if you just want s'mores. I'm happy to pimp you s'mores whenever you want."