A/N: Back again! It's been a while, I know. But it doesn't feel like it! Time sure does fly when it's crawling by...At any rate, I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's fairly short, yes, but I like it. It's nice and fluffy to make up for the lack of fluffiness to come later. I know I always wondered what would happen if Jason Bourne made s'mores. If anyone has any other ideas for things of the day, I'd be glad to hear them! I have one or two requests that I'll be working on after the camping series is finished. But I'll end this author note now, before it becomes longer than the chapter itself! Au revoir!

Thing Number 14: Making S'mores

"What if I set it on fire?"

Marie glanced up from trying to rip open the wrapper of a chocolate bar. "What do you mean, 'what if I set it on fire?'"

I frowned. "I mean what am I supposed to do with a flaming, blackened, crumbling marshmallow?"

Marie's look was condescending, as though I were nothing but a child, overreacting to unimportant details. "You could eat it. Provided it's not flaming anymore."

"That'd be like eating charcoal! What kind of positive, enlightening experience is that?"

Marie sighed and shook her head, feigning annoyance as she tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You wouldn't eat it like that. You'd peel the black part off first. Or give it to the dog, I don't care." Charlotte perked up at the mention of her name, eager for any treats either of us may have given her. "Besides," Marie added, snapping the candy bar in half, "aren't you the one with superhuman perception and reflexes? What are the chances of something setting on fire without your consent?"

I stared back at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. "My consent? Following that logic, I'd have to be responsible for every fire that was ever started during my lifetime!" I rested my marshmallow-roasting fork on a rock that surrounded the makeshift bonfire pit, trying in vain to dust the sand from my sticky hands.

Marie shot me a sideways glance, her voice changing eerily. "How should I know what you do in your spare time, Jason?" Her gaze flicked to the restless waves tumbling against the beach. "I wouldn't put anything past you…"

I broke down again, Marie's mocking inexplicably able to strike me in a way nothing else could. Some little data feed in the back of my mind pointed out that I'd never laughed as much throughout the majority of my life as I had in these past few months with Marie. It was a fact I could appreciate, as I gave up my fight against the sand and leaned over to pull Marie's lips to mine. She had brought so much to my life. Heck, it was she who brought me a life of any sort after I'd lost all trace of one in the Mediterranean Sea.

I didn't deserve it. I couldn't deserve her.

"Jasonnn," she groaned, pulling away from me after a moment, "I'm trying to educate you in the ways of the common-folk! This is important! And believe me when I tell you that you won't learn anything new if you keep that up!"

I smirked. "Got that right. Been there, done that."

"Honestly, Jason! For an assassin you sure are immature!" She scowled, throwing herself back onto he sand and sighing in defeat.

Grinning, I followed suit, letting the crackling fire and whispering ocean soothe my mind. "Well. Since when have males been advertised as 'mature?'"

Marie stared at me wistfully, as melodramatic as ever. "A girl can dream, can't she?"

I chuckled, my hand finding hers as the marshmallows roasted without setting on fire. "I suppose she can," I murmured. "Everyone's allowed to dream…"

"Even you," Marie whispered matter-of-factly, understanding the implications of my statement and striving to reassure me on this point.

I smiled, pressing my lips to her forehead tenderly before pulling her back up to a sitting position and reaching for the marshmallows. "That's a comforting thought," I teased, even though I was somehow comforted by the knowledge. "But right now all I'm dreaming of is getting these s'mores finished so that I can finish my training as a commoner!"

Marie grinned, snatching the marshmallow fork from my hand. "Patience, young Padawan. If you demand too much of me, you'll end up on the dark side of the force!"

"A little late for that, Marie!" We both laughed, enjoying our s'mores more than should have been humanly possible. Something about Marie being with me transformed chocolate and marshmallow and graham cracker into an experience that I couldn't readily describe.

I was right; I really didn'tdeserve her.

But that sure as heck didn't mean I was going to give her up…

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