The wild fae magic certainly didn't help either.

"He would have. And you would have loved Connor. Experienced the world mouth first, that one." She laughed.

She leaned down with the tug, lips pressed softly to his until he pulled away. Her eyes lit up. "S'mores. Yes." she squeezed her arms around him. "Up, boys." Talking not only to the dogs, but Finnick too, urging him to his feet so they could move toward the fire. She grabbed the supplies along the way and plopped down next to him.