A/N: Requested by mashmaiden as a sequel the story about the team camping together. The prompt included a campfire, apologies by Sam and s'mores.
"Alright, who's ready for a late night snack?" Sam asked, as he approached the campfire with a tray.
"If it involves more kale, or any other leafy green, I think I'll pass," Deeks commented acerbically, glaring malevolently at the tray. Kensi rubbed his shoulder sympathetically and handed him a dozing Caleb to snuggle. Although most of the more unfortunate symptoms seemed to have passed, Deeks still was a bit cranky and showed no qualms about taking it out on Sam.
"Yeah, if it's anything like last night's dessert, I'm with Deeks," Callen agreed. "I had no idea you could actually make bad brownies."
"Ok, I get the point, you guys don't like healthy food." Sam sounded a little disgruntled.
"No, we don't like food that induces gastric distress," Callen corrected, shaking his head at his partner and taking a drink of beer from his bottle.
"Or gut wrenching pain."
"Deeks, I really am sorry about what happened," Sam offered apologetically. "If I'd known it was going to make you that sick, I would never have served them."
Deeks looked mildly appeased by Sam's apology, but didn't say anything, apparently planning on sulking for a bit longer. Kensi knocked his shoulder and gave him a pointed look and he sighed.
"Fine. I forgive you for giving me lethal doses of kale," he said and Kensi rolled her eyes.
"You're ridiculous," Sam said, but he looked relieved. "Now move over. It's time for the quintessential campfire food." Sitting down next Kensi, he lowered the tray.
"Are those s'mores?" Deeks asked excitedly, dropping any hint of animosity at the thought of gooey marshmallows and chocolate.
"Of course." As Sam started spearing marshmallows onto pokers, Callen snatched one from pile and popped it into his mouth.
"You're eating them cold?" Kensi asked, looking horrified.
"They're better that way," he insisted, seemingly mystified by Kensi's reaction.
"It's not a s'more unless you roast the marshmallow over a fire."
"This come coming from the woman who systematically engulfs her marshmallow in flames until it's burnt to a crisp," Deeks muttered, juggling Caleb into one arm so he could roast his own marshmallow.
"The song says roasting marshmallows, Deeks, not warming marshmallows," she insisted, jabbing her poker directly into a flame. Sam just shook his head, but didn't comment and handed Deeks a square of chocolate and a graham cracker.
"You know what would make this a truly authentic camping experience?" Callen asked a few minutes later when they were high on sugar and fairly sticky. Even though he hadn't eaten any, Caleb had somehow ended up with marshmallow in his hair.
"Do not even start," Sam warned him, but Callen just grinned.
"Campfire songs."
"No."
"I love campfire songs," Deeks said enthusiastically. "How about Rocky Mountain High?" Ignoring the groans from their partners, Deeks and Callen started singing in harmony. With a shrug, Sam and Kensi joined, the combined forces of their voices, loud enough to scare away an unsuspecting forest animals.
A/N: Hope you like it! I've never written marshmallows so many times in my life.