Jarmille Prompt 1 - Cookies

Camille looked at her boyfriend and sighed, shaking her head and trying to hide her smile. "Jarrod, get down from there!" She shouted up to him. Jarrod had accidentally sat in RJ's chair when watching Lily dancing along with Casey, Theo and Camille. The results was him getting his lion tail kicked out the restaurant for the next hour. Camille was keeping him company, yet the lion decided he would do whatever he had to in order to get back inside. Which was why he was currently climbing the wall to reach the loft balcony which Camille guessed was probably locked anyway.

"No way! I'm getting in there one way or another!" The lion shouted back, still attempting to get up the wall. He wasn't succeeding, but then again he wasn't failing either.

The chameleon woman sighed again. "Don't make me call the police or the firemen to get you down Jarrod! I can and will do that if I have to!"

She heard him chuckle quietly. "Go ahead! I'll fight them and win!"

'No you won't, you idiot...' Camille thought to herself with a small smile as she continued to watch her boyfriend climb the wall of JKP. However, she came prepared for a situation like this. She removed a small bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies from her pocket, and held them up. "I have cookies darling!"

Almost immediately, Jarrod stopped climbing the wall, and jumped down, landing on his feet lightly. He took the bag of cookies from her, and began to open it, but stopped when he saw her looking at him with a big smile on her beautiful face. "I totally would have fought them y'know," he said as he finished opening the bag.

Camille just continued smiling as Jarrod began to happily eat a cookie. She reached up and ruffled his messy hair. "I know you would have, sweetheart."

Jarmille Prompt 2 - Like You

Camille and Jarrod stood in their bedroom at the Pai Zhua academy. Usually boys and girls weren't allowed to share a dorm, but Casey insisted that the two share a room together. One of the many perks of being friends with a master. Unfortunately, one thing that didn't come with the master-friend package was the ability to freakin' confess feelings. Which was why Camille was now awkwardly stuttering like an idiot in front of Jarrod, both with their PJs on ready for bed.

"U-Uhm... S-So... I... I think I like you!" The chameleon woman managed to say, blushing pink in the face. Jarrod himself had already gone a light shade of red, though that was due to how awkwardly far down the neck of Camille's PJ shirt went, revealing a fair bit of her cleavege.

"Y-You mean in a f-friend kind of way or-"

"No in a sexual 'I want to date you' kind of way you idiot!" She shouted to him in the loudest whisper she could do. The colour on his cheeks went from faint red to strawberry red in a matter of moments as she quickly got up onto her tiptoes after finishing her sentence and kissing him on the lips. It was certainly sudden...

But he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

Jamille Prompt 3 - Baking

"Jarrod! I'm trying to make sure this first batch of cookies bake properly, you are not helping by eating the dough of the second batch!" Camille groaned as she caught Jarrod sneakily eating some dough from the glass bowl. She was making cookies for Casey's martial arts club class since it was Jimmy's birthday, and Casey wanted to do something special like he did for the other students in the class. When he overheard his student say he liked cookies more than cake, he went to Camille almost immediately, and asked her to bake some cookies to put in little bags for both Jimmy and his classmates. This was fine for the lizard lady, she loved to bake, but it was easier said than done when Jarrod was constantly trying to steal the dough.

All she got in response was a muffled "No!" As Jarrod tried to hide the fact he was eating some cookie dough by covering his mouth and turning his back to her. He really liked his cookies. A little TOO much.

She sighed and shook her head. "If I make you a small batch of your own cookies, will you stop stealing the dough? Will that be a good compromise?"

"Yes," he said. Having finished eating the little bit of cookie dough he stole. With that, he kissed her forehead, and walked off to wait patiently for his cookies. Camille sighed again. She loved him a lot, but sometimes he was a real handful.