[Trowa has forgone the s'mores in favour of making a beeline for Bunnymund, approaching the Junior Counsellor more or less from the shadows behind him. In fairness, it's more out of practicality than anything else--the bonfire became crowded with marshmallow-roasters pretty quickly; skirting around the back is a lot easier.
Also significantly less likely to result in some horribly disfiguring disaster starring flaming sweets on sticks.]
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Also significantly less likely to result in some horribly disfiguring disaster starring flaming sweets on sticks.]
You can help campers master Marksmanship, right?