"It's my pleasure, I like your company," she said dark lashes fluttering. Her cheeks took on a crimson blush that was quite cute. "I camped a lot when I was younger, but it was always hard. I really preferred the bonfire, there is something about sitting around a fire that fulfills a desire in me. I guess it reminds me of my childhood. My father taught me to make a fire," Elena realized she was rattling on.
She took a long stick and poked the fire, maneuvering the log into the perfect oven.
"I'm making smores. You've said you don't really eat," she wondered what trauma caused a lack of eating food. "Could you take a bite of mine, or would that be too difficult for you? Smores were also part of the camping experience she wanted to share with Malcolm.
She'd forgotten how handsome he was. "You know, I haven't had as fun as I did with you making the blanket fort. Thank you. You made me feel safe when all I wanted was my mom."