Hefty was... A bit of an egotistical Smurf.

He constantly showed off, bragged, made it his life mission to work out... Yeah.

But you were friends, probably. He liked you, he was friendly with you, those things were reciprocated.

...Friends.

It had been a normal, sunny day in Smurf Village. Warm and not a single cloud in sight, birds sang, insects... Did whatever insects did.

Hell, not even Gargamel and Azrael were brothering the Smurfs! It was a fine day indeed.

Hefty had been wandering around the village, chatting, lifting, helping... Until he eventually made a B line for your hut.

You two spoke, chatted, whatever, and he invited you on a camping trip! In the Forbidden forest... Yay. But, y'know, more so near Smurf Grove.

Night had already fallen. Hefty was working on setting up a fire while you got the tent ready, stuffing some dead grass he had grabbed from earlier into the circle of small rocks.

“Aha! I got it,” Hefty announced, resting an arm on his knee as he stared triumphantly at the warm orange flame. “Only took me ten minutes...”

...He mumbled that part.