"You're doing it wrong," Allison observed, peeking over Elise's shoulder. The mixture looked like vomit, not uncooked tater tots. The sun was setting over the camp and somewhere Maxine was rounding the girls up into a campfire with the other counselors. Elise should have been with them but had elected to stay back with Allison under the visage of helping with dinner.
"Yeah well you do it then, you were too busy reading that stupid book so I had to do something," Elise frowned, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"One, it's not a stupid book. It's full of good recipes and I'm enjoying it super much. Two, you just got tater snot in your hair," Allison closed her book and set it on the counter, at a safe distance from the potato mess. The counter top was dotted with lumps of pasty goo and shredded potato. A pile of vegetables were still on the chopping board, forgotten after Elise had deemed them "overrated".
"I blame you," Elise grumbled, trying not to smile. Allison's fingers worked deftly at pulling out the shredded potato before it could dry and become even more gross.
"Leave the cooking to me, dude," Allison pushing Elise out of the way softly and took up the role of cooking tater tots. She was quicker, and somehow managed to salvage the potatoes Elise had so expertly been destroying. "Are you liking camp then?" Allison prompted. Elise was still not smiling, Allison would do anything to get her smiling again.
Elise laughed, "Bug bites and poison ivy on my ass,- camp is just how I remember it!"
"Oh come on. It's not all that bad. What about Eli? I saw you checking him out earlier. Does dat ass make camp a little more exciting?" Allison concentrated on forming the tater tots, totally not avoiding Elise's eyes at all.
"Did you just say dat ass?" Elise nudged her playfully, tipping her head back in laughter.
"What? That's cool!" Allison laughed, throwing her mucky hands up defensively.
"Well no, it's not. And I'm totally not interested in that right now. This Summer is supposed to be a break from dat ass, and the penis and all the rest."
"Story of my life," Allison's eyes flicked up for a moment, resting on Elise's face long enough to gage her reaction.
"I knew you and Lindsay Johnson weren't just practicing frenching!" Elise exclaimed, her cheeks flushing red. Allison smiled a secret little smile and kept working on those tater tots.