[ Since Loki had been pretty keen on taking care of dinner the last time they camped beyond the walls together, Jim leaves it up to him this time around too. He notices Loki setting up the fire and working on some snacks from the distance, but it's only as he calls out that he makes his way over, humming at the sweet and familiar scent that fills his nose once he gets closer. ]
My God— pun not intended, [ He points a finger at Loki before he gets to make fun of him. ] I can't believe you've made s'mores. I love these.
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My God— pun not intended, [ He points a finger at Loki before he gets to make fun of him. ] I can't believe you've made s'mores. I love these.