She tells you to make a nice dinner for her

"Dinner?" I said. "Sure, no problem." Half relieved and half disappointed that she didn't ask me for anything, you know, unexpected, I started on dinner. I cooked my campout specialty: hot dogs and beans. Well, what did you expect? Filet mignon?
We all sat down to eat our feast, which actually wasn't nearly as burnt as I had thought it would be. We were all fairly quiet during dinner, except for Tom who enjoys filling all empty space with talk and Jack who kept making smart-ass comments that obviously he thought was funny.
As Tom starts to tell one of his stranger stories that I had heard a thousand times, I surreptitously glanced across the fire to see Caroline, who noticed me and started acting odd. She took her hot dog out of it's bun and started licking the mustard off of it, then took it into her mouth like she was sucking a dick. All the while looking at me with a very naughty look in her eyes.