S'pretty damn sweet, with most of the credit given to this s'more, lemme tell you.

[ She giggles to herself, a muffled laugh as she swipes some fingers over her lips to wipe away extra marshmallow. Tonight couldn't be better. Plus she even managed to make her half-baked corn maze idea worked and the screams from the outside told her that it is a success. ] A master of sweets and a Boy Scout? Any other talents there - [ She makes her voice gruff and low - or at least tries to sound like Christian Bale: ] Batstiles?