Marian waltzed barefoot into camp with a smile, humming a tune, hair flowing down her back. With one hand, she loosely clasped her boots; with the other, she waved a length of fabric around as she danced.
"La-da-diiiiii," she sang, twirling around. "Isn't it a beautiful day? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Much, that squirrel stew smells divine!" She executed a little hop over to the cooking pot, picking up a spoon and stirring the stew with a flourish.
Will and Much exchanged a baffled look.
"What's got into her?" Much hissed.
Robin strolled in then, looking rather satisfied, and exchanged a grin with Marian. She pirouetted over to him, draping the fabric around his neck where it usually was, and using it to pull him down for a kiss.
"Oh." Much quickly resumed dinner preparations, and Will took up some whittling.
Marian spun away from Robin, flinging her arms wide. "Whoever thinks that living in the forest isn't glorious never saw this place, Will Scarlett. You're a genius. A master!"
Will blushed as she gave him an exuberant hug.
When she skipped away, singing softly, Robin joined the other men and shrugged good-naturedly.
"Who knew?"