"No, we're definitely not a kumbaya crew." That song requires a level of chill that most of the Legionnaires could never attain.

Robbie doesn't exempt himself from that, either, but he wishes didn't immediately prove it when his marshmallows catch fire and he swears under his breath as he waves the stick around like a maniac to put them out. Zero chill. They're just marshmallows.

"I don't know the song," Robbie admitted. He also didn't play guitar, and that went hand-in-hand with the fireside singalong. "It goes kumbaya my lord over and over again, but there's got to be something else?"

He grinned back at her. "You should teach us. I promise I won't interrupt with a rousing rendition of "Hot For Teacher."