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Summer Picnic, Main Campfire, Friday afternoon

At lunchtime, the campfire area was set up with blankets, baskets, picnic tables, food, and ant problems. The groundskeeper who brought the ants was later sent home for the rest of the day. It turned out that he didn't really like picnics.

[OOC: I suck and completely forgot about this. Sorry about the relative lateness. It's a sunny and fairly comfortable day. I MOD WEATHER! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!]

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Peter sat down beside her. "Certainly. You either know it or you don't," he said with a grin.

"And if I know it?" Willow replied. "What do I get? I don't just give my smartiness away to just anybody."

"I think you can't think of any, and you're trying to stall for time," Peter accused, snickering.

"I so can!" Willow said. "I just want a gold star, or an A, or a kiss."

"One for each rhyme then," Peter replied.

"Oo, I like that," Willow said. She sat up with good posture, as though talking in front of a teacher. "Okay. Three words that rhyme with Britain: Bitten. Kitten. And - " she grinned. "Smitten."

"Funnily enough, I had that last one too in my list," Peter said, grinning. He clasped his hands in front of him. "I hereby award you three gold stars."

"Did you really?" Willow grinned. She held out her hand for her stars.

"I can't give them to you yet," Peter said, slipping his hand into hers. "We have to wait until they come out. But yes, my other two were mitten and written."

"Also good choices," Willow said. She tugged his hand closer so she could give it a kiss. "I'm a Sunnydale girl. Things involving teeth tend to be more in the forefront. Plus kittens are just so cute!"

Peter smiled at hand kiss and leaned over to brush her lips with his. "And I owe you two more."

Willow nuzzled his cheek, smiling. "You do. I'm going to hold you to that, too. I'm very stubborn when it comes to my grades."

"I'm going to try out my new hobby," Peter replied. "And not even begin to think of arguing with you about that."

Willow laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See how much fun that is? I told you you'd like it."

"I have no idea what you are referring to," Peter said.

"Not arguing with me," Willow said. "It's a fun hobby that leads to smoochies and me not having to punish you for playing basketball when you shouldn't."

"Hmm," Peter said, pretending to think. "I seem to have heard about that somewhere."

"Good," Willow said. "That means you're less likely to do it again."

"Perhaps," Peter agreed. He smiled. "Did you enjoy the workshop this morning? Other than the time of worry?"

"I did," Willow said. "The Doctor seems very nice. I like his stance on guns."

"As icky, non-useful things?" Peter asked. "I enjoyed learning how to shoot one, but in general, I agree as well. Bombs also are less than positive."

"Actually they're very useful against large snakes," Willow told him.

"They're very useful against major cities and other military targets as well," Peter said dryly.

Willow looked apologetic. "He was a really big snake."

"Why were you blowing up a really big snake," Peter asked.

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