Author's Note: When I finally saw the screenshot of Scott refusing chocolate for this reason I just knew I had to write something.

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Hey, Scott," Nancy smiles before sitting across from him.

Scott barely looks up from his reading, but she knows he's annoyed by her presence. He says nothing and pulls his beer bottle up for another sip.

"So, s'mores?" Nancy starts. "Did you get explosive diarrhea from a bad batch?"

Scott chokes, and after a moment, Nancy believes she needs to perform the heimlich. Finally, he hacks out, "Do you have any tack?"

Nancy shrugs. "No. I figured I would get the embarrassing answer out of the way first then you would be okay to tell me." She pauses. "Uh, unless that was the reason."

Scott glares over. "Why do you even care?"

"I'm honestly not sure," Nancy admits. "But it seemed like the natural thing to ask."

Scott snorts. "Unbelievable."

He quiets. "Yikes," Nancy begins. "My guess was right."

"No!" Scott barks. "Not exactly."

"Oh," Nancy whispers then starts eagerly. "So what was it?"

Scott sighs. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"" Nancy grins, and he rubs his temple in response. "Fine! It was a department campfire at my house. The board and half the college was there. Apparently, well, I'm not sure what exactly happened, but I believe the roasting sticks sat in something they shouldn't have."

"Oh no!" Nancy gasps.

"Precisely," Scott scratches his beard. "Almost everyone at the party ended up in the hospital."

Nancy's jaw drops. "You nearly killed your entire department!"

"Of course not," Scott protests. He pauses then nods slowly. "Well, I guess I sorta did."

Nancy laughs. "No wonder you hate chocolate."

Scott snorts. "Yeah, anyway, listen, Nancy, let's keep this between us, okay? I've never told anyone this, and I don't need my reputation destroyed more than it already is."

"Your secret's safe with me," Nancy winks. "But next time? Lay off of the salmonella."

Scott rolls his eyes and turns back to his computer. Nancy knows he's done with the conversation, and she resigns to the fact she's bugged him enough.

Still, she hasn't gotten her reputation for nothing.

With a grin, Nancy reaches into her bag and tosses a piece of chocolate on Scott's desk. "Hey, Scott, do you want some chocolate?"

Nancy races from his office before she can see the explosion.