[ And just like that, whatever anxiety she might've held about the literal writing on the wall was gone. The well of adoration and respect she held for him deepened with that single statement. While she tried to judge by the situation rather than rumors, some were easier to ignore than others. She wouldn't have been mad if he'd asked for an explanation, but he doesn't. And she's not going to fight it because she's had a chance to get to know him and this is on track with everything else he's shown.

The modicum of tension she'd been carrying in her body relaxes as she exhales, the weight lifting off of her shoulders. ]

Yes. S'mores. I may have gone a little overboard with supplies, but if you want to get a fire going, I can dig everything out. [ Going to one of the bags, she grabs the graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate bars. Once those are set out, she goes for the over the top additions from bags and the cooler -- some candied bacon, salted caramel sauce, peanut butter cups, regular peanut butter, a small Tupperware container of mixed fruit, toasted coconut flakes, and a banana.

Alright. Standing back and looking at it all, it's a bit much for two people. Good thing this will all mostly keep for the few days they're here. ]