"I'm not going to let you near a fire at Christmas," Gwen teases, with a tired smile at JD. "Still, it was great to have you in there, JD. I'm proud of you." She takes the offered s'more, giving it only a cursory glance before she takes a bite. She trusts JD to do right by the confection. "Oh, that's totally what I needed," she sighs, chewing contentedly on the marshmallow.