"Emerson's dad?" she asked curiously, coming over to him. She wanted to ask more questions, but figured she should wait. "Well.. I don't camp often. That's more of Dion's thing."
"Oh?" he asked, playfully, draping an arm over her shoulder and kissing her temple. "You're not into roughin' it?"
"You just said that it wasn't your thing, sweets," he said, raising one eyebrow and looking down at her. "Accept your hermit-crab tendencies."
He rolled his eyes, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Great. No roughin' it for the hermit crab."
He looked down at her brightly, missing the innuendo completely. "Why? Now you don't need to work hard."
He cleared his throat, looking down at the ground in embarrassment for a moment. He reached over and ruffled her hair before kneeling down to work on the fire pit.
He tilted his head back, looking up at her. "Are you going to help?" he asked playfully. "Or are you just going to stand there in mortification?"
"Why?" he asked, his slim fingers digging a shallow pit between them. "Because you made jokes about sleeping together?"
