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You and Leo are best friends, basically attached at the hip. But you're also very different from each other. One of your less significant differences is that, while you can't cook to save your life, Leo's shockingly amazing at it.

So, when he offered to come over to your cabin and make you food, how could you say no? Sure, campers aren't supposed to eat outside of mealtimes, and you only have a kitchen in your cabin on some weird technicality, but what could go wrong?

Refreshingly, not a lot.

As of right now, Leo's sautéing some vegetables as you sit on the counter, giving him a detailed debriefing about your day. He doesn't seem to mind, just listening quietly and adding in little 'oh's and 'really?'s to make sure you know he's engaged.

When you go quiet for a moment, trying to remember what you did after lunch, Leo looks up at you and smiles. ''You look cute.'' He says to you, no hint of flirtation in his voice, oddly enough.

''Just thought you should know.''