"Suit yourself," she said, taking the boiling water and pouring it into the Tikki Masala one. She sealed it and waited for it to steep.
He sat down onto a log, leaning back. "We should probably come up with a plan for what we're going to do once we arrive at the base."
She sat down next to the fire, the warm glow illuminating her face, making her brown hair seem almost a golden red. She drew in the snow as she thought. "I was thinking that we sneak in," she said, "impersonating a member of the cult, although to be fair I hadn't given much thought to it."
"That should work. We will have find a way to figure out where the ambassador is kept." He crossed his arms, looking up just in time to see a crow cross overheard, barely illuminated by the flames.
"Well, looking like a member will give us a reason to be walking around there. My question is how are we going to get one of their robes. I suppose we'll have to find a scouting group and knock them out or something." She tended to the fire, eventually coaxing out a pretty nice blaze. She paused for a moment, thinking, and then her face lit up. She turned and grabbed her pack, looking around for a moment until she pulled out a package with familiar white candies inside. "Marshmallows?" she asked, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Oh hush. I brought my camping bag too, and this just happened to be in it." She opened the bag and offered one to him. "If you critique it, this offer will be revoked," she warned.
He scratched his chin, leaning forward to inspect the marshmallow. "I believe this one is not up to par," he began. "It's too lumpy, and obviously below adequate." He folded his hands, a teasing look on his face.
She chucked the marshmallow at his head, and then shook her head in mock mourning. "Waste of a good marshmallow," she said, pulling out another one and offering the bag to him. "Last chance," she said, raising an eyebrow.
He shot his hand up and caught it before flicking it off into the snow somewhere. "I'm fine. Thank you." (Now to start his sketch.)
She shook her head in mock disappointment. "I cannot believe I got placed on a mission with the only person in the world who doesn't like marshmallows," she said, taking two out of the bag and then returning the bag to her pack. (I'm actually really excited to see what you do. I already have an image in my head, and I want to see if it matches.)
"I don't dislike marshmallows, I just don't want any." He crossed his legs and straightened his tie. "I'm stuck with an agent who brings marshmallows on mission. Seriously, who does that?"
"A very prepared agent, that's who," she said, shaking her marshmallow at him as if scolding him. "Besides, it's not like we got a very in-depth instruction of what we were supposed to bring. I had to go to my default packing list, and that's my camping list. I also have chocolate and graham crackers in there, if you're interested."
"Thanks but no thanks. I prefer more sophisticated foods," he said smartly, with a joking tone. He turned his head in feigned disgust. "S'mores aren't sophisticated."
"Oh, so you're an escargot guy," she said, leaning back against the tent with a large grin. "That explains it."
"No, no. I am not a fan of escargot. I've just tried it. It was... Interesting." He frowned, recalling the memory with a distasteful expression. Spoiler (It's not how I imagined him originally, I had to change a few things.)
