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It was hard for Adira to admit that she'd never had a S'more before, nor had she had the opportunity to sit around a fire that was not housed in some kind of container. The idea of a campfire was not new to the girl, and she had certainly seen them in her lifetime, but the aspect of actually watching it being built and being involved with the logistical planning of keeping a hundred or so children from burning themselves alive in the blazes lit around the camp proper was another thing entirely. With a bit of sigh, Adira sat herself on a sealed wooden log-bench at the last unoccupied fire on the entire camp grounds.

Bright blue eyes stared into the dancing flames, illuminated by the glow. She stared down at the little basket she had brought with her. All of the campfires had a similar basket, housing metal roasting skewers, marshmallows, chocolate squares, and graham crackers. She knew they were meant to make s'mores, and Adira could see the children around her eagerly stabbing marshmallows and toasting them to perfection.

It couldn't be that hard, could it? A bit hesitantly, the senior counselor grabbed a marshmallow and plunged it onto the tip of a skewer. Holding it to the fire, she smiled. Well, this was easy! Growing a bit more confident, Adira was pleased to find herself with a flaming ball of marshmallow.

Wait, that wasn't quite right! With a look of distress, she waved her flaming spear around wildly, trying to put the fire out. With a few seconds of oxygen deprevation, she managed to put the fire out. Sadly, Adira stared at the lump of carbon that had once been a delicious little treat. "Sorry little marshmallow." She spoke to it softly before commending the carcass back into the flames.

"Oh, hi Sam." Adira smiled softly at the approach of the young boy, staring at his marshmallow prowess with a bit of envy. Certainly if a child could accomplish it, she could to. She just needed to know how! If only her phone received just a bit more internet she could look up tips on how to roast them properly! But considering they were stuck out in the middle of the woods, she was stuck asking and feeling dumb.

But Sam in the end saved her from the embarrassment by just going ahead and starting a new batch of marshmallows right then and there. She watched with a bit of fascination. So you had to turn it? And hold it close to the hot coals, not the fire, waiting until they puff up easily but don't turn brown.

Curious! "Guess it caught me a little off guard. Seemed a bit too far gone to be saved." Her marshmallow would have been more crispy than gooey, if it wouldn't have fallen to pieces of carbon about touching it. "I would love one, if you wouldn't mind." She gingerly took out the s'more mix, wrapping her set of graham crackers around the offered confection. Certainly looked like a perfect s'more!

She stared at it in her hands for just a second too long, wondering about the best way to eat it. Gingerly, Adira took a bite out of the corner, and upon finding it delicious, made short work of the rest of the sandwich. "So Sam, how are you liking camp so far? And how is everything else going in your life? It's been a while since I've seen you."

"I'm glad. While I won't be participating, I'm looking forward to watching." And hopefully it would also quell the seemingly incurable prankster that kept messing with her office supplies. She was still a little jealous of his marshmallow roasting prowess and the mindlessness in which he did it with. It wasn't as fun cooking them indoors, but she would have to practice in her fire place at some point if she was going to manage to learn without feeling embarrassed about it.

Adira looked a little confused when Sam mentioned having a question for her. She was more than willing to answer any questions, but she hoped for both of their sake that he veiled anything about being a senshi. It was far too public a place to have that kind of discussion. "Whats on your mind Sam?"

His question was completely out to left field for her. He wanted relationship advice? "Well...umm." She paused, thinking about his question before answering. Adira was flattered that he would ask her something as important as this, but she was quite sure what to think about it. "I suppose it all depends on how you feel. Do you think its something more?"

"I..uh..." Did she have a boyfriend? Was Bo still her boyfriend? Was he ever really truly her boyfriend in the first place? Damn children and their knack of asking questions that seemed innocent enough but in fact were really hidden conundrums in disguise. "Its complicated, though I guess so." It may not have been the exact truth, but Adira figured she would keep it simple around Sam and hopefully he wouldn't ask anymore questions on the matter.

"Its different when your heart beats faster. When you make plans just to hang out and you get all nervous and excited about it." Adira turned to the young boy next to her, and moved to poke him lightly in the shoulder. "Is it possible you have your first real crush Sam?" Feeling a bit more adventurous, the girl picked up a skewer and stabbed a poor little marshmallow, moving to roast it to death. What a cruel world they had. Besides, nothing better to keep her mind off of relationship problems than focusing on someone elses and killing poor defenseless marshmallows.

"Isn't it always." And it was the truth. Relationships were always complicated, regardless of how easy they seemed. That was what made it so hard to pinpoint what Bo was to her in her mind. In the beginning, he was ideal because he was uncomplicated. Nothing had to be done to impress, just the pleasure of company. And now it was more complicated, which tested the original draw of the boy. It made her head hurt to think about it for too long.

Adira choked a bit on her marshmallow at the next parts. "Kissing is not all a couple does Sam. In fact its a rather minor part. Being a couple is about spending time together, getting to know each other, that sort of thing." She sighed, pulling the other marshmallow out of the embers. This one at least was a little bit better, only a little bit black and mostly golden brown.

"Though making something for someone is quite interesting- what did you make her Sam?" Adira didn't want to say it yet, but it definitely sounded like Sam had his very first crush. Adorable!

Oh, the bracelet was just precious! Adira couldn't help but grin as she bit into her newly made s'more. It was super cute, the kind of thing she always wished a boy would make her when she was little. "The only reason it's hard is because it's worth it. Life makes you work for the things that are good, because otherwise they wouldn't seem nearly as nice. It would seem average." It was a little hard talking eloquently with bits of marshmallow gluing her mouth together, but Adira doubted that Sam would mind much.

"Take courage." She smiled, leaving her teeth out of it. No doubt they were covered in remnants of marshmallow goo. "I think you should give it to her. It is a perfect present." It really was- not too assuming. It didn't scream 'be my girlfriend', but since it was homemade it was more thoughtful than something bought. "At the very least, it can be a gift that was made by thinking of a close friend. You only have to put as many expectations on a present as you want to Sam, giving it to her doesn't automatically mean that you are dating." Adira finished her s'more, letting him think and respond.

"Sometimes it makes it better. Its like... how do you know the good times are good without the bad times to compare them to? Without the other, everything would be neutral." Neutrality was all well and good for the most part, but it made for a very bland existence.

"Ainsley hmm? Well, rest assured your secret is safe with me if you decide not to give it to her." Adira reached over and ruffled his hair a little bit before burning the remnant of marshmallow off of her stick. "Though I do urge you to give it to her. I know she'd like it." It was the end of the night and counselors were beginning to shuffle protesting children off to their beds.

"You should probably get going back to your cabin Sam." She smiled in the firelight. "Think about what I've said." Just like she would think about what he had said. Did having a complicated situation make it better? From the mouths of babes...