[OTA] S'more S'mores, Please (joint EP: Emma and Jag)

[st_ackeddeck]

Usually when Emma couldn't sleep, she cooked. Last night had been the opposite. She'd started trying out new marshmallow variations, completely lost track of time, and spent most of the night in the kitchen instead of doing reasonable things, like sleep. She'd grabbed a nap in the wee hours, though and another after lunch, and now was wide awake.

She also had batches and batches of homemade marshmallows.

Around sunset, Jag helped her set up a table near the pool and outdoor bar, that she loaded up with the marshmallows, graham crackers and other cookies, chocolate and berries and spreads and bacon. Anything somebody might think of that would make a good s'more, from the traditional basic graham, milk chocolate bar, plain marshmallow, to bourbon marshmallow s'mores with smoky bacon. If the inn was anything like the castle, word of mouth would spread quick enough, and the food wouldn't go to waste.

Jag had started a fire right beside the table, but after having had his own fill of s'mores, he had left Emma to meeting the demand of other hotel residents. He was sticking around to make sure the fire was behaving just right, though. So he was lying on his back a little way from Emma's table, and the fire he was still controling, weaving and sculpting additional fire between his hands, keeping a distracted ear on what was going on nearby.

[tag Emma or tag Jag. food and fire, what could be better?]

My Arms Were Always Around You [For Scanlan]

[st_ealthless]

Even though the whole date thing had been her idea, Pike was incredibly nervous now that the day had arrived.

She tried on every dress in her closet, twice, but nothing felt 'good for dancing' like Scanlan had instructed. Taking a leap of faith, she went down to the shop and to her immense surprise, there was a perfect, sexy blue dress that actually fit. But after three failed attempts to get the laces on the back right, she was forced to cast a Sending to Bo for help. Thank the gods her friend wasn't busy and agreed to help her sort out the finishing touches. Together they got her dress in place, make-up applied and hair arranged in tousled waves with only a little bit of panic from the gnome.

It wasn't until she was on her way to the garden that she realized what had her on edge. Unlike every other date she'd been on, she wasn't worried about doing something embarrassing or saying something wrong. She wasn't worried that he wouldn't like her or she'd have a bad time. No, she knew she was going to have a good time and that's what unnerved her most of all. She wasn't sure if she was ready to deal with what it would it mean if he finally convinced her to let down the few barriers that had kept her from letting him into her heart, but she wasn't going to shy away from it anymore.