He had been dealing as best he could with everything going on on campus. He was just glad that his own parents were safe and sound and that he had quiet, peaceful moments like these with Ginger.

Sam watched in amusement as she squished the graham crackers together and s'more dropped all over her face. He laughed and bit into his own s'more, getting marshmallow stuck to the corner's of his mouth. "Oh I'm totally going to teach my kids how to make s'mores and mountain pies and how to cook river trout over the open flame," he said proudly.

He laughed and shook his head. "Your ma's insane," he said sweetly, still laughing. "What can I say though?" he smirked. "I'm kind of a bad influence," he laughed.