It was a late and cold night, their shivers getting worse and worse. Byakuran soon proposed the idea to have a camp fire with s'mores, after a few complaints from Mukuro he finally caved it and let the white haired man get his way.
They sat there in silence, just the crackling fire making noise as Byakuran pulled out a bag of marshmallows and started to make s'mores.
"You're making them wrong" stated the pineapple head as he pulled out a pineapple and magically cut it up.
Byakuran glares at him, fruit does not go into s'mores. Ever. It was against his marshmallow rule.
Mukuro grabbed some s'mores and shoved a pineapple slice in it. "It's good, I promise" he stated as he pressed the s'more against the other lips "it's called a 169, my creation"
The white haired man slowly took a bite as he almost agreed with the pineapples 169 creation. "It's not too bad". The pineapple began to make more as they continued into their cold nights with pineapple s'mores warming their hearts.