It was your idea to go camping. Was Fizzarolli ecstatic? No. But was he miserable? Not really, you made the trip better.

The moon rises, you and Fizzarolli sit by a campfire you made. He has his arms crossed as he sighed.

"You know, this isn't so bad... but you know what'd make this better?"

He whipped out a bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars.

"S'mores!"

He said with a big grin.