[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1930
Alpha Site

Placing the last of the wood on the pile that was made, Traivs sighed. He could not really remember when the last time they had done something like this. He memory was a little fizzy but he was certain they all might have done it once at least. Right? Picking up his beer he took a swing as he moved around to inspect, "All done?" he asked Witwer who nodded. He admired the former Stargate Academy student to make out here as long as she had -all on her own.

Picking up the match he lit it and threw into the pile off to start the bonfire. Dusk was in it's final journey. The first star to come to life wasn't far off. The fading hues of the parent star was still could be seen in the sky. It was not a bad way to celebrate their first victory with a fall of Tarakasura. Even the whole credit was meant for the son of Shiva who had done slaying of the power seeking enemy. Even SV-2 and Shiva had escape with their lives after awaking another powerful evil. With more danger ready to arrive, for now the Expedition had a window of time to relax.

"Where the heck is everyone else?" he asked as he looked around. Seeing the Navy officer shrug, Travis shook his head and picked up a marshmallow and shoved it in his mouth. He was sure the last time he ate it, was when Vicki had forced him to eat it. He could never refuse he own princess.

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[Steve Hamrick]

1930
Alpha Site

Walking together toward the fire, Blake was dragging Steve by the hand. The Marine sighed. He didn't want to have this discussion with his partner and their voices were low. "We don't need to talk about anything. We're cool."

"No, you need to sit down and talk with Akash. I'm used to you dismissing my beliefs and I know your history. He doesn't and isn't. Just at least let him know it's not 'white American Christian dismissing Hinduism' and that it's you believe in nothing."

"I believe in myself, I believe in the people around me, I believe in you. Nothing else has ever made any sense." Steve kept walking to where Colonel Oxford was wrestling the marshmallows. Blake was probably right and he looked for the rest of SV-3 then spoke to the colonel. "Evening, sir. Nice work on the bonfire."

Blake waved from next to Steve. He hadn't dealt too directly with Oxford since Shiva had returned and still felt kind of awkward about what Steve had told him of the other reality. He wouldn't have considered Travis Oxford his type. "Same. Ooh, marshmallows! What about chocolate and graham crackers, we have those?"

<<tag Travis "Wizard" Oxford, Akash Malhotra, Isabelle Cooper, Grant Fulcur>>

[Isabelle Cooper]

1931
Alpha Site

Forty eight hours of nothing. It was a much needed break, especially after everything that had happened the last few days. She didn't know when the idea of a campfire had come up, but she had a hunch it had originated with Col. Oxford, he always seemed to come up with the more...eccentric ideas.  

Deciding she had been unproductive enough already Isabelle headed outside, though it was dark it was easy to figure out where Col. Oxfords bonfire was, In the dying light of the day it was the brightest thing around. As she got closer to the fire she saw a tall figure and a slighter shorter (and scrawnier) one. Dr. Warren was just finishing asking about chocolate and graham crackers, "Chocolate would be nice, but none of the Chalky American stuff...I do not see how you guys eat that." Izzy said as she walked up to the group. "Why do you need the graham crackers?" She asked looking to Blake. 

[Blake Warren]

1931
Alpha Site

"Oh, we are about to introduce you to something completely awesome. It is called a s'more." Blake gestured like he had an invisible Hershey bar and graham cracker as he talked. "What you do, is you take the graham cracker and break it in half. You put a 2 by 3 section of the candy bar on one half, and smear on the hot marshmallow right off the campfire and top it with the other half of the graham cracker. It is amazing."

Steve shook his head. "If I tied your hands behind your back, Kitten, you wouldn't be able to talk. Where you sitting, Cooper?"

Blake stuttered for a minute on that, not sure if the implication or his pet name was worse. "You, I hate you." He pulled again to drag Steve along. "Let's go choose some good grass before you embarrass me some more."

"No, you don't. If you'll excuse me, sir, Household 6 is exercising his authority. Cooper, you seen the rest of us anywhere?"

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1931
Alpha Site

She knew about marshmellows, her cousins seemed fond of having them on hot chocolate, but the whole thing of melting them and putting them on a graham cracker seemed messy. But it did sound good, "Sounds messy, but the chocolate bit sounds enticing." she replied to Blake. 

As Steve asked her where she was sitting, Isabelle just shrugged, "Haven't decided yet. I am curious about this more thing." she replied, not realizing that she mispronounced s'more, English wasn't her first language after all. "No, you don't. If you'll excuse me, sir, Household 6 is exercising his authority. Cooper, you seen the rest of us anywhere?" this time she shook her head, "No sir, though I do know Major Harris is still working on that stupid puzzle and Sgt. Harper is attempting to finish a Game of Thrones book." 

[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1931
Alpha Site

He was ticked that he left his glove and ball back in his quarters in the main base, he grumbled as he made his way down to the area that was set up for whatever his cousin had cooked up this time. he could thank his lucky stars that this wasn't his idea. Gazing at his cousin as the Colonel interacted with others, it struck him that Travis had hardly blinked at the mess the teams found themselves in. Some days he forgot that out of three of them Travis was the most experienced family member with SGC.

He joined the group in time, to hear Blake explain about the crackers and s'mores and grinned. "Cooper, it's S'more." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, then faced Blake, "My brother still places chocolate in as well. I never understood that mix." He then moved away before his hands decided to have a brain of their own and pulled Cooper aside.

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[Steve Hamrick]

1932
Alpha Site

"The chocolate is integral, sir, especially for people who don't like the marshmallow all that much. Blasphemy, I know." Steve looked at where Blake hadn't budged him but was wanting to choose a spot by the bonfire.

His natural accent came out as Blake got Steve to move. "Damn right, but I love you anyways. Now come on."

Choosing a spot of slightly damp grass, Steve dropped down, boots stretched to the fire, and tugged Blake off balance to cause the anthropologist to fall down with him with an offended yelp. As he picked himself up off the ground and got his long legs under him, Blake kitten-glared. "I hate you, I really do."

"No, you don't." Steve laid back on the grass. This was going to be a hell of a night.

<<tag Isabelle Cooper, Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr>>

[Isabelle Cooper]

1932
Alpha Site

Isabelle couldn't help the little scream that escaped her as she was startled by Bobby's sudden appearence, "Bloody hell Captain!" she muttered, reaching out she hit him in the arm as he walked away. "I don't care how you're supposed to prounounce it, don't scare me like that!" she tried her best to glare at him but she couldn't help but smirk. 

Sighing she moved closer to the fire, after studying the grounf for a moment she decided to take a seat a few feet away from where Blake was. Leaning forward she rested her arms on her knees, "So about these s'mores...you all have yet to explain how you cook them." 

[Blake Warren]

1932
Alpha Site

Blake sprawled out next to Steve as Isabelle asked making s'mores. "Oh, what you do is you spear a marshmallow on a stick or skewer, really jam it in there."

The Marine jammed his uniforn-sleeved wrist in his mouth and shook with strangled laughter. Blake smacked him off-hand. "Behave, Steve."

"Come over here and make me, Blake." Steve just grinned as Blake looked at Izzy.

"Don't get married, Ms. Cooper. Just don't. At least not a military man, they're all like him. Anyway, you cook the marshmallow, some people just get it a little golden-brown, some people set it on fire, and everything in between. You smear the cooked marshmallow on the chocolate and squeeze it all down with the second graham cracker and eat it."

As the wood in the fire shifted on itself, Steve's eyes were half-closed when he spoke to Isabelle. "So, what did you think of your first gallivant off-world, Cooper?"

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1932
Alpha Site

Toasty warm, Travis had his hands just in the safe distance to warm up his heated hands against the cooling night. Not that it was out right cold or anything. Then picked up his beer and took a sip as he watched the by play of the Hamrick-Warren's. Blake's accent reminded him on his own. His drawl itself came out when it felt like it.

From the corner of his eyes he noted Bobby arriving, and what he did next had him fighting for a straight face. Cooper's reaction had him laughing hard and his shoulders shaking, "Nothing wrong with chocolate, Bobby. You should try that combination some time." Not far from him, he heard Billie snort at his comment.

That woman hit like a girl or rather like a cat with sharp nails, "S'mores," he supported a amused face, as he said the word again, "If you are going to eat it, Cooper. It's better to know how to pronounce it." Cook it? Bobby groaned, "Roast it," he pointed out as he placed few S'mores on his stick and near the fire, "Someone is going to have to show her the ropes.

Drinking more Travis was amused at what Warren said, "I think my wife will beg to differ, Doc," Travis called out, "Not all are like Hamrick. I'm a clown, jester, prankster, not exactly uptight. And Bobby here..." he trailed as he looked at his cousin who had his brow's raised, and Travis knew if he put his foot in his mouth, there would be hell to pay, "is Bobby." His tone was a matter-of-fact like.

"Smart move," Bobby pulled back the marshmallows and tested it, "Damn it, one of these days, we are going to have to show Robbie the joys of S'mores. That is if Alison doesn't kill me first." And moved them back near the fire.

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[Blake Warren]

1933
Alpha Site

The two looked at each other. Yeah, Colonel Oxford could run with his own interpretation, Blake knew exactly what he was talking about, and anything he could say would be wildly inappropriate. Of course, they'd sailed past inappropriate already.

He moved closer to whisper to Steve. "You always get like this after a mission, your hormones go through the roof and you act like a teenage boy."

He whispered back. "Hey, I'm only 35. You know, people told me this would happen being with an older guy. Just no interest anymore." Steve sat up, hands flat behind him on the grass and waited for the indignation. Sometimes, baiting his partner was too easy.

"Older?! I'm only 2 and a half years older than you!" Blake went for a marshmallow and a stick and looked at the Italian ambassador. "Let me show you how to do this, Isabelle, while I ignore Steve until he acts his age."

"It's more like 3 years, Cooper, and acting my age is absolutely no fun. You know, those woods look pretty thick. There could even be a swimming hole."

Firmly ignoring Steve, Blake put the marshmallow on the stick and held it just to the edge of the flames. "I only like to get them kind of tan myself. Captain, you strike me as a marshmallow charcoal briquette kind of guy."

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[Isabelle Cooper]

1933
Campfire

"So, what did you think of your first gallivant off-world, Cooper?"

Isabelle laughed and shook her head as she muttered something in Italian, "It was utterly terrifying and at some point, jaw dropping." She replied looking to Steve, "All that aside, I do want to go again." She added with a smile. Yes she had come home with a rather nasty knot on her head, and a few cuts and bruises, but she lived.

Travis was still laughing about Bobby scaring her, the Captain was still trying to get her to pronounce the word correctly, "If you are going to eat it, Cooper. It's better to know how to pronounce it." She watched as he stuck a few marshmallows on a stick, "Roast it"

Cooper raised a brow as she looked at him, the smirk he wore was enticing, then she remembered why he was smiling." Let me show you how to do this, Isabelle, while I ignore Steve until he acts his age."

"It's more like 3 years, Cooper, and acting my age is absolutely no fun. You know, those woods look pretty thick. There could even be a swimming hole."

Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what he meant by swimming hole. A pond or a lake maybe? "I only like to get them kind of tan myself. Captain, you strike me as a marshmallow charcoal briquette kind of guy." She watched the little ball of white slowly change colors as Blake held it in the fire, "It would be nice to be able to swim sometime." Izzy said, she hated running and swimming was something she loved to do no matter the water temperature. "So the goal is to warm the marshmallow enough to melt the chocolate for the s'more." This time she made sure to say the stupid word correctly, even if it sounded weird coming out of her mouth.

[Steve Hamrick]

1933
Alpha Site

Steve raised an empty hand in a mock toast to Cooper. "And I'm sure we will. Hopefully next time more exploring and less shooting. And an amazing computer system to play with."

Blake shook his head. "A nice swimming hole would be fun, deep cold water where an old coal quarry filled up. But we both know you ain't trying to swim, Steve. And pretty much, how cooked is your own prerogative."

The Marine laughed and elbowed Blake in the thigh. His raised his hand in a mock oath. "Alright, alright, I'll be good. No more innuendo, I solemnly swear."

As he pulled the stick from the fire, the marshmallow perfectly browned, Blake awkwardly ate the hot, sugary mess from the stick. "Like I believe that, babe. 13 years of experience says otherwise. Next requisition, Captain,  graham crackers and Hershey bars. On second thought, out of deference to the lady, actual good chocolate."

And Blake was probably right, but Steve decided he really would behave. Holding his hands to the warmth of the fire, "Love you, too, kitten. It's not 13 years yet, though. Three months, 2 weeks, four days."

<<Tag Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr, Isabelle Cooper>>

[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1933
Alpha Site

He took a swing of his beer again. It didn't fail his notice the way Cooper was looking at Bobby, yet silently uttered an oath. When it came to women, his cousin was known player. The pretty Italian was playing with fire when it came to the Coast Guard member. Travis had no doubts that Bobby would crush her once he had his fun or was done. While he didn't want to sound negative, but he knew Bobby. If there was anyone he would be worried about it would Cooper. Not a single woman had been able to tame, and only two known had come close to doing it.

Chuckling, "We all are big kids," Travis interjected, as he watched roast happen, "Half of the time my wife has thinks she has three kids, instead of two."

"Surprised that you are still alive." Bobby snorted, "That woman could kill with looks alone." If he knew Claire well as he did; it was amazing that she kept up with the goofball for almost 15 years of marriage and his pranks. On the other hand, both Matt and him had been keeping up Travis since the day the man had been born.

The Colonel grinned with is boyish charm, "Well, she loves me," he mused and butted shoulders with Bobby, "By the way Cooper, if you think that was fun.....This galaxy is gonna more of the same. It's a long road ahead. We only cracked the surface."

At Travis's hindsight, Bobby could only stare into the distance, till Blake's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "Nothing wrong with burnt S'mores." He moved Blake's hand and the stick further more towards the fire, "Will roast just right in few."

Hearing off Hershey bars, Bobby laughed, "Hershey's kisses are better," he threw a wink at Cooper, then a smug grin at Wiwter when the woman just stared at him. It struck him that the Navy Lt was just hellva quite than normal. "Well, they are better."

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[Steve Hamrick]

1934
Alpha Site

Steve laughed. "And that is why I'm gay. Any woman alive would have looked at the old car I wanted to rebuild and said 'Hell no.' Blake went halfsies."

"More like quarters, and I was only as supportive as I was because you could do most of the rebuild work yourself, Steve. The Charger was a junk heap before you rebuilt it." Blake pulled his marshmallow stick back away from the fire with an ineffective glare. "I like it California tan, just like my men."

"Okay, yeah, point to Dr. Warren. The point stands, most women would have given me the 'Oh God, he's being a man again' look."

Blake interlaced his hands behind his head as Colonel Oxford talked about their future in this galaxy. "At least with any luck at all, what's happened will alter our relationship with the Devas into a more of a meeting of equals. Oh, and best candy of all time, Butterfingers. Absolutely."

"Cooper, do not listen to him. Best candy bar in human history is Kit Kat." Steve looked up at the stars. "Whatever the next crisis is, we'll handle it, as a team, because that's what  we do."

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