Penname: Alsper

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): rated: T, no warnings (that K can think of lol)

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I hummed happily as I pulled the marinated chicken from the fridge. Jasper should be home shortly and wanted barbecued chicken. I felt bad that he was going to do the cooking after working all day, but he insisted as he left this morning.

The sound of the truck's engine pulling up alerted me to his arrival. I quickly washed my hands before running out of the camper to greet him.

"You're early!" I teased, going to the truck to help him carry in the bags of groceries.

"I made a list this time," he stuck his tongue out. "And only found one cool thing while at Wal-mart."

"Oh really?" I asked trying to peek in the bags I was carrying. "Did you get the condoms?" I giggled out.

"Yes, I got the condoms," he said in a teasing voice right back before he sat the bags on the table and riffled through the one closest to him. "And I got this!" he announced, proudly pulling out a box.

I took it from him to inspect it. What the hell? "Microwaveable s'more maker... huh?" I looked up at him for an explanation. I didn't see how a chocolate brown piece of plastic with funky hand thingies could make s'mores. In a microwave no less!

"I know how you keep thinkin' that we're gonna burn down the RV if we try to make s'mores, but this seemed like it could work," he explained.

I chewed my lip as I read the instructions that came with it. "Huh... wouldn't the steam used to melt the marshmallow and chocolate make the cracker soggy?" I asked while looking up at him. "I mean it's a cool idea... I just know the best part it the crunch mixed with the gooey stuff," I explained quickly hoping I wasn't hurting his feelings.

"It won't babe," he pouted.

"I trust you," I smiled at him. I put the s'more maker down and wrapped my arms around him. "Please don't be upset."

"I'm not upset, I just got it for you baby. I wanted you to like it."

"I'm not gonna pass judgment until we try it kay? But thank you." He kissed me tenderly in response.