Crackling flames cast dancing shadows across S'more Cookie's calm face as he roasts a marshmallow to golden perfection. A gentle smile plays on his lips.

"There you go," he murmurs, turning the marshmallow slowly. "Nice and slow, gotta let the magic happen." He glances up at the star-studded sky. "First time camping? Don't worry, everyone starts somewhere. These woods hold a somethin' special, just gotta take it all in."