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Arts & Crafts, Tuesday Afternoon, Main Campfire

As the campers arrived, they would find a tall, athletic blond man in a polo shirt and khakis presiding over picnic tables covered with crafting supplies.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Steve began. "I'm Mr. Rogers--no, not that Mr. Rogers, the other Mr. Rogers--and I'll be in charge of this workshop. We're going to have a lot of fun I hope.

"So, to get started, this week we're going to make gremlins." Steve was oblivious to any horrified twitching this comment might have engendered among his students. He was really new at this. "All the necessary supplies and instruction sheets are already on the table, so...get to it. You can work together if you want to, but please remember the glue and paint are for your projects, not each other. I'll be right over here ~~out of the line of fire~~ if you need any help or have any questions."

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Savannah gave him a confused looks as she pondered how she cold make her Gremlin explode. Maybe a timing spell calculated to...

"Something wrong, Johnny?"

No one had told her about glitter and biykissy... yet.

Johnny glanced over at Savannah and leaned towards her, saying quietly, "This glitter. It's...unnerving me."

Savannah looked down at the glitter she had put into her jar. "Is there something dangerous about it?"

"You haven't heard yet?" Johnny looked uncomfortable. "I've been told that it makes boys all boykissy and stuff."

She raised an eyebrow. "Boykissy... glitter causes boykissy?"

This... was a problem?

He nodded, "I know. And I've never done that...and I just don't know!"

Savannah wasn't sure what to respond, then she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"If someone tries to throw glitter on you to make you do that, let me know. You can kiss me instead."

Ohh, that caught him off guard. That little kiss to his cheek was endearing and he liked it and damn he should have thought to turn so she'd have to kiss his lips!

"I'm going to hold you to that, Savannah. Believe me." He stated seriously. "And please to be helping me with this gremlin thing? I don't think I am craftily inclined."

Savannah smiled. "Feel free to, Johnny," she said with a nod. She liked him, after all. "And sure, I can help you with this."

He pushed all of his stuff towards her. "Thanks, I'm completely lost here." He grinned at her, teasing, "I bet the glitter would look all sorts of pretty on you."

"Yes, but if it causes kissing, would that mean all of the guys who saw it on me would want to kiss me, I wonder?"

In moments, she was pushing a cute gremlin in a jar back to Johnny.

Johnny raised a brow, "Good question. Or maybe the girls would want to kiss you in which case, hey, douse yourself in the shiny." He grinned.

He stared down at his gremlin in a jar, "Savannah? I think I love you." What he wanted to do was torch the little sucker. What kind of class was this? He didn't sign up for this.

"What am I supposed to do with it now?"

"I'll douse myself with the shiny if you douse yourself with it," she teased.

"Oooh, I think I could like being loved by you," she laughed. She shrugged and shook her head. "I have no idea. Mr. Rogers didn't seem to know, either."

"What if someone is watching?" He sort of whined.

...and oh my god. Johnny was really hoping she meant physically here cause oh hell yeah!

His train of thought was now dirty. "Mr. Roger what?"

Savannah grinned and patted his hand. "I'm sure that we can do something..."

She giggled. "Our instructor? His name is Mr. Rogers."

"Do something like...what?" Yeah, you'd have to spell it out for him.

"Oh. Yeah. Mr. Rogers. I should give him my gremlin." Not that Johnny cared about his grade. Just that he knew he would end up torching it otherwise.

"About the kissing," she said with a grin.

"And what would you like to do about the kissing, Savannah? Because I'm open to any suggestions you might have."

"Be nice and I might decide to try to kiss you and protect you from the guys that might be attarcated by the glitter."

He smiled and winked at her, "I'm almost always nice, sweetheart."

Savannah laughed softly. "And so modest, too."

"Is there such a word?" He intoned, totally staring at her mouth.

"I'm not sure... I'll have to look it up." She knew he was staring so she gave him a slow grin.

Which he returned with one of his own, "I think we should just leave it in the dictionary, closed up and put away."

"That sounds like a very good idea."

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