Lance & Molly
"Okay," he said, giving her a fake serious look, "let's pump the breaks there, crazy lady. You're definitely not better than me at everything." Lance wasn't going to try to tell her exactly what she was definitely better than her at because the list was pretty much guaranteed to just be piloting the Blue Lion and he knew that wouldn't fly with her.
"Let's start with the s'mores and we'll see how that goes." He gave her a big grin as they headed toward the snack table to grab the appropriate s'more making supplies. With a plate full of marshmallows, graham crackers and candy bars, they just had to find a place to sit. The downside of a pretty popular bonfire plus s'mores meant that it was kind of busy but they managed to snag a couple of seats that were a little scrunched together. Lance balanced the plate on his lap and got a marshmallow all set on one of the roasting sticks, which he of course handed to her right off.
"Okay. Total freedom, do it however you want. Make the best s'more of your life and try to change my mind," he challenged playfully as he got his own marshmallow ready for roasting. He was totally going to blow her mind.