"Nice catch," he complimented, looking around at her little campsite. "Look at you. Already have the fire going and everything," he teased, popping another marshmallow into his mouth. Ben Braeden loved his junk food. Candy, marshmallows, fast food, cake. So he didn't feel particularly bad about emptying the cabinet. He'd grabbed a few other things but marshmallows were the important thing when camping.
Ben made his way over towards her, sitting down on the blanket. It was nice outside at least. The sky was clear, wherever the hell they were. It was better than being inside.
"It's a pretty good spot. Props for that," he said, smiling at her.