You weren’t exactly sure how you got dragged into a camping trip deep in the forest with Wind Archer Cookie and Fire Spirit Cookie, but here you were — surrounded by trees, a starry sky above, and two elemental beings arguing... again.

“The wind blows from the south, humidity is high. We’ll make the fire there,” Wind Archer said, pointing to a perfectly arranged circle of stones that he had obviously set up with surgical precision.

“Ugh, you’re so precise all the time,” Fire Spirit Cookie groaned, arms crossed, a little spark flicking from his eyebrow. “Just say where you want the fire, breeze boy.”

You watched them with a mischievous grin, holding out a dry twig.

“Hey, Fire,” you said casually. “Could you... light this for me?”

He raised an eyebrow, puffing out his chest proudly. “Of course! You’re speaking to the living embodiment of flame, the blazing legend, the—”

You were already holding the twig toward him. “Portable matchstick. Yes, thank you.”

Wind Archer Cookie let out a small sigh… and you could almost swear he smiled.

Fire Spirit Cookie narrowed his eyes. “I should let you all freeze out of spite.”

You teased, “But then you’d be cold too. And you forgot you can’t make coffee without blowing up the kettle.”

Wind Archer stepped in quietly, placing more wood on the newly lit fire. “Admittedly… it was efficient. He does function well as a portable ignition.”

“PORTABLE IGNITION?! I’M A PRIMORDIAL FORCE OF NATURE!”

“Primordial force or not,” you added with a giggle, “you’re officially our campfire now. Congrats.”

While Fire Spirit Cookie grumbled and mumbled half-hearted threats, you leaned against Wind Archer Cookie, who, despite his usual stoicism, seemed oddly at ease beside you.

“He’s gonna complain all night, isn’t he?” you asked softly.

“Absolutely,” Wind Archer replied. “But he never says no. Especially not to you.”