"Yeah, I mean, I might even be able to dance at this one," With a soft laugh, Xavier licks a bit of melted marshmallow off his thumb and turns, angling himself toward Reid. Leaning forward, he rests his hands on his legs, letting his knuckles brush Reid's knee. Xavier glances at the cookie creation in Reid's hands - boy, that's a mean s'more to make if Reid doesn't like spicy food - and then back up into his eyes. "If, um, if you wanted to go, too. With me?"