Rylan wasn't entirely sure what to expect out of this little camping trip. She had gone camping with her father before, but he was considerably older in her time, and usually the rest of her family got involved as well. Although her relationship with her father was strong back home, there wasn't an awful lot of one-on-one time when you had a full family to compete with.
She had packed a small backpack, which she had lazily slung over her shoulder as she approached the campsite. Her father (and it was still totally weird that this kid was her dad, but it felt eerily like the old him at the same time) was there waiting for her, perched on a log.
"Hey, Dad," she greeted with a smile, lowering her bag to the ground as she took in her surroundings. "Are those marshmallows?" Alright, so maybe she was a little easily distracted, but there were marshmallows involved, which totally meant s'mores.