Pythia scoots back in quietly, walking over to Silas and Quin.

I smile up at her. “Hi!!”

i turn, smiling as well. "hey bloodmoon!"

"Hey Quin, Silas!" Pythia grins. "I uh, eavesdropped on your conversation." She holds out a filled paper grocery bag to each of you. "Sorry not sorry."

“How much do I owe you?” I fumble for my pockets, before realizing I have no money.

She laughs shortly. "How about a hug?"

i take my bag, check its contents, and am in fact already hugging her.

Inside each is a bag of marshmallows, a package of chocolate bars, a box of graham crackers, and a pack of hotdogs on the bottom to boot.

I reach up and hug her too. “Feels a lot better when we’re not crying our eyes out,” I say quietly.

She hugs you both back tightly. "It always feels nice. Don't spend them all in one place, okay?" She jokes, pulling away and glancing between you two. Candra, on the other side of the room, is watching. She's grinning ear to ear.

I look in the bag and grin from ear to ear. "HEY!" I shout to all the descendants (and adjuvants go wild) in the room, waving at them. "We got fucking snacks!"

i grin back at and wave to mom excitedly, still wrapped around pythia.

Sam meanders over and peers in the bag, arching her eyebrows. "Oooh. Nice. Campfire snack bag."

"Sam! This is my, uh, brother. Silas."

i smile at her a bit nervously. "nice to meet you! campfire snack bag is in fact an alias of mine" i extend a hand.

"I already know who everyone is." Sam replies to Quin quietly. "Hey, Silas, nice to meet you too!" She takes your hand and shakes it firmly.

i blush slightly, because it feels like an obligation when it's her. i release her hand and stand next to quin or something. LIZARD TAIL WAGS AS WELL.

I make my way over and look into the bag. "What the fuck is this," I say flatly.

"Desserts." Sam props her hands on her hips. "You'll like them."

"They're SO fucked up, hale." I pass a marshmallow to him. "Get a load of this shit."

I sheepishly walk over to Quin and Co., patting his back reassuringly. “< what’s up, big guy? sleep well?” >” I murmur to him softly, lowkey peeking over his shoulder into the back. 😳👉👈

I smile and turn to hug Pirine. I'm just in a good mood today.

I move over to the growing gathering of descendants by Quin and Silas, looking into the bag.

My eyes widen at the sudden hug, and I smile widely, hugging him back. “< hehe, well good morning! i take it you’re in a better mood? >”

I give Sam a puzzled look as I take the marshmallow and step back. I give it an experimental squish and visibly jolt, dropping it on the floor. I cross my arms and pretend like nothing happened at all.

"Got all my shit out early today! Hopefully." I pass him a marshmallow as well. "Here. Try this."

I look at the marshmallow in my hand hesitantly, tilting my head to the side. “< oh! what is this? >”

The marshmallow floats off the floor and back up in front of Hale, hovering.

"It's called a marshmallow. It's so fucking weird. Apparently, you're supposed to set them on fire." I take another one and pop it in my mouth. "They taste good as shit, though."

I point at Hale's marshmallow. "Is it supposed to fucking do that?"

I shout in alarm and jump at least three feet into the air, summoning my axe into my hand and holding it aloft.

The marshmallow starts spinning in place. "I light mine on fire." Sam admits. "Easier than waiting." She completely ignores the 'mallow.

I reach out and crush it with my fucking brain. Threat dealt with. It stays in the air, even crushed, spinning wildly.

“< ....fire? >” I mumble under my breath incredulously, before taking a nibble off the sweet treat. “< oh!! oh, this is yummy! you said its a marshmallow? >” He hums happily, popping the rest in his mouth.

Someone snorts behind you and several people are unable to contain their laughter.

"Yeah!" I give a lopsided smile and take out a chocolate bar, breaking off a big chunk and handing it to him before reaching back in for graham crackers. "Here- try one with these. It's called a "simore"."

I spin around and toss a glare at whoever's laughing. I think I'm being fucked with.

Etoile, Candra, Rigel, and Pythia all start laughing at various paces. Cashel snickers into his hands, standing beside Flo, who quickly drops her hands to her side, giving you an innocent smile. The marshmallow falls to the ground. Sam can't keep it in anymore, starting to laugh too.

I flush bright red and land back on the ground, scowling. I don't even know who that IS. I put the axe away and cross my arms even harder this time.

i ruffle through my bag, moving to quickly assemble what is technically not a s'more because i don't have any fire yet: graham cracker, chocolate, unfortunately unburnt marshmallow, graham cracker. i hand it to hale between two fingers. "they aren't supposed to do that. try it like this"

I look up in confusion at the laughter, not having been paying much attention, save for the goop in my mouth. So strange. “ < simore? >” I ask, holding the chocolate now.

"I'm- I'm sorry." Sam chokes out, wiping a tear from her eye between giggles. "Holy shit, that was amazing."

I imitate Silas the best I can, and show Pirine.

I decidedly ignore every single one of those assholes and carefully take the untoasted s'more between two fingers as well, because that seems like the right thing to do. "What do I do with it."

I reach over quickly and grab a marshmallow, eating it while I watch Quin make the s'more.

"you know eating?"

"God, DO I!"

A couple of marshmallows float out of the bag and over to Flo and Cashel, standing side by side.

"Of course I fucking know eating. You eat this? This is FOOD?"

"Yeah, sylph boy, keep up." I grin at him and show him my constructed marshmallow. "Do it like this." Smore*

Cashel holds out his palms in front of him and a fire spawns on top. Flo holds her hand out, twirling her fingers lightly, and the marshmallows slowly spin above the fire.

I put a hand over my mouth, trying to conceal my giggles at Hale’s s’more misfortune.

"mhm!"

Flo and Cashel frown at the space they used to be and look around, eyes landing on Lanval. They whisper something to one another and smile again, deviously.

Yeah, fine, I'll bite. And I do. I've never eaten anything like this in my LIFE. But holy SHIT, it's good. My eyes go wide. I devour the rest as quickly as I can.

I stick the smore sandwich on my spear and hold it over the fire.

i cross my arms in front of myself, satisfied. i bust out laughing at hale's reaction, like haha holy shit but without the holy shit.

I nibble on the chocolate in my hand, watching Quin with wonder and amusement.

I frown. "It's not catching fire." I take my staff back, smores still on it, and close my eyes. I try to charge it just slightly.

I notice Cashel and Flo roasting their marshmallows, and hesitantly pull out my saber, turning it on as I grab another marshmallow. I move the marshmallow as close as I can to the saber without burning my hand, staring at it intently.

The marshmallows fry instantly, melting all over your spear.

I grin triumphantly. "NICE!"

"Ayy, that thing was expensive!" Etoile calls out mockingly. "Watch it!"

I wave at her. "Don't worry! I'm eating simores!"

I clap my hands happily, jumping in place a bit. “< yay!! good job!! >”

Candra groans into her hands and makes her way over. Sam laughs. "Oh, this is horrible. And amazing. But horrible." She sighs. "You're all so cute." The side of Maia's marshmallow begins to toast lightly.

I frown. "So, am I supposed to drink this, or what?"

I sidestep over to Silas. "How did you do that," I whisper. "How did you make it."

“< maybe! do you drink simores? >”

"No, no, no- you're going to hurt yourselves!" Candra scolds. "They're very hot and sticky. You have to be careful."

i take a bar of chocolate or two as well as a few graham crackers from the bag, taking a few steps to a somewhat less crowded area and gesturing for hale to follow. "it's an art form! i'll show you. hold your hands out, face up"

I squint at the marshmallows change in color, and decide to keep holding it like this. Something seems to be happening, but I don't know if it's done yet.

I peak over at Maia, giving her a friendly grin. I haven’t had the chance to speak with her yet, hopefully she knows that she’s still my friend and I love her!!

I follow and hold my hands out, face up, just like he said.

I try to scrape the marshmallow goo off the end of my staff, and yelp because the crystal's still blazing hot. "Fuck!" I wipe my hand on my shirt. "These things better be worth it."

"Quin!!" Candra exclaims. "Be careful!! Don't touch it!!"

I look up from my marshmallow over at Pirine, and give him a quick smile back.

I reach into the bag and take out another marshmallow and the ingredients for a smore, and walk over to Candra. "Can you show me how?"

She clasps her hands together and nods at you, ecstatic. "I'd love to!" Maia's marshmallow begins to darken more and more. Only on the one side, of course.

"Okay. Step one, burn the marshmallow."

I wave excitedly at Maia, happy that she noticed my smile. I turn back to whatever it is that Quin's doing, watching the Baroness- No, *Candra*, show him how to properly make a simore.

"How'd you get yours like that, Pirine?"

I cock my head to the side. "< i haven't done anything! i did not light it on fire yet. >"

"Well, we gotta fix that."

"alright, hold still," i say. i place a graham cracker in each of hale's hands, adding a couple pieces of chocolate on one of them. i take a marshmallow from my sylladex and grab my baton with the other hand, turning it on. "so normally you set this part on fire," i say, holding a marshmallow in front of me. "you don't have to though. i don't have any fire, so i'm gonna electrocute it and see what happens"

I take my marshmallow and set it on the floor, and point my staff at it.

"< woah woah woah! >" I gasp, grabbing his arm. "< you're gonna cchar the floor! >"

I frown as that occurs to me. "Oh, yeah."

I nod. As far as I know, this is perfectly normal. I trust Silas with this implicitly.

I pick it up and brush it off, and glance over at Maia. "She's got the right idea!" I take him by the wrist and pull him over.

I squeak as I'm dragged, trying not to stumble.

I look over at the two of them, and then back at the marshmallow I am currently holding. "How the fuck do I know when it's done?"

"When it lights on fire!"

i slowly move the marshmallow closer to the baton, stopping once either something happens or it's as close as i can get it without direct contact.

I spear it on my crystal end again, and stick it over the lightsaber.

"< o-oh, um! i think s...silas(?) says it is done when it's burnt. >" I murmur nervously, staring at her marshmallow.

I nod at Quin. That makes sense.

Candra's hands flop down to her sides in defeat. Pythia pats her shoulder lightly, comforting her.

I wait until it sets fire, and then walk back over to Candra, marshmallow still flaming. "Now what?"

I look at Quin's flaming marshmallow with unease, still following him around like a lost puppy. He's gonna burn himself!! Dummy.

"Is this supposed to... do something?" I say.

Candra blows the fire out with a huff, visibly disappointed. "Well-" Pythia interrupts Candra. "Come on, dear, don't be a pretentious about your s'mores. Now you need chocolate and graham crackers. It's like a dessert sandwich, here." Pythia finds someone's bag and takes out some graham crackers and chocolate just like she said, holding them open. "Set the marshmallow on here. Don't touch it." The baton doesn't seem to want to electrocute anything without direct contact.

i give it what it wants so gently.

I glance excitedly at Pirine, and do as I'm told.

I give him an encouraging smile, holding my own hands to my chest as I watch.

She sandwiches the top graham cracker on top of it and pulls it off. Good job! You have made s'more. Pythia hands it to Quin with a nod. "Careful, they're messy! Take a bite."

I stare down at it, perplexed, and take a bite. My face visibly lights up. A few purple sparks fly from my hands. "Holy FUCK!" I shovel the rest down as quickly as I can. When I'm done, I wheel around to Pirine and shove him in front of me. "Your turn! You GOTTA cook them. Trust me on this."

I look visibly flustered, and wave my hands around. <"n-no, really, it's not any trouble, it's fine! >"

I scowl. This is taking way too long. I set the marshmallow on the floor in front of me, and very carefully position my saber above it. I bring it down on the marshmallow as fast as I can, before turning it off just as quickly.

I huff, frustrated, and look around. "Everyone else seems to be lighting it on fire. Hold on." I reach out and grab the marshmallow. It spins above my hand. I scan the room, spot Cashel's little flame, and send it over, pulling it back as soon as it sets alight. "Like this. Right."

"Nope. You're doing this. Cmon." I lock my arm around his and drag him back over to the bag, picking out a marshmallow and spearing it again. I pass it to him. "Plus, it's really cool to watch it set fire."

"You don't have to light it on fire...." Candra suggests softly. Pythia nudges her the tiniest bit and she buries her head in her hands with a quiet groan.

"< a-are you not supposed to set it on fire, ma'am? >" I ask her with a frown, cautiously holding Quin's spear. The magic weapon I watched him shoot purple lightning out of. This is fine.

stunned at his brilliance, i disable my baton. "yeah! yeah, just like that. that- yeah, much safer than what i was gonna do"

"Well- normally you... toast it. Lightly. But lighting it on fire is okay, if you don't want to wait." Candra smiles, and Pythia pats her shoulder again. Maia's marshmallow explodes, showing burning goo in a few-foot radius. Luckily, none of it hits anyone.

"< i'm good at waiting! the whole... fire thing, seems too dangerous for me to mess with anyway. would you.. show me how to do it your way? >" I ask her, albeit a bit nervous.

I nod, solemn. "What now."

"Sure!! But I uh, don't... have..." Candra frowns, looking around. Cashel frowns after Hale's marshmallow. "You could've asked!" He suggests across the floor. "I'm asking!" Candra calls over to him with a pleasant grin. Cashel and Flo, already having finished their s'mores, make their way over to Pirine, Quin, Candra, and Pythia.

I give Flo a happy wave, before quickly putting both hands back on the spear, not wanting to drop it.

"Hi, Flo!" I grin up at her, crumbs and chocolate still on my face. "Nice to see you again!"

"FUCK!" I scowl at the marshmallow remains, before poking the goo with a finger and tasting it. Huh. This does taste pretty good.

Cashel holds out his hand, alight. Flo nods at Quin with a grin. "Nice to see you again too!"

I take Sam's hand happily and turn back to Pirine, watching him roast his marshmallow proudly.

"so if you have any way to make it not be actively on fire, i suggest doing that first. i think it's beyond the point of blowing on it though, so otherwise, smush it between the crackers in your hands and hope for the best"

I blow on it anyway. It's not that hard to blow out. I lower the torched marshmallow very carefully onto the the graham cracker and then smush both sides together, just like he said, and then look up for a sign of approval.

i beam as a sign of approval. "there you go! all set"

"And now I eat it. Like the other one."

"Put it over the fire," I say to Pirine, smiling. "It'll turn brown."

"mhm! this one will probably taste better, cause i didn't burn the marshmallow in the one i gave you before. you.. seem like the kind of person that likes his marshmallows completely burned over, i think"

"< o-oh, okay, yeah! i knew that.. >" I say quickly, embarrassed. I move the staff carefully, putting the marshmallow over Cashel's hand wearily. very sorry sir btw very sorry.

Cashel smiles at you kindly. "I'll make it a little easier for you." He moves his hands around the marshmallow in a circular motion, and the fire stretches out into a ring around it, toasting it evenly on all sides. Flo snorts. "Oh, so my little brother gets to have the fancy fire, but not me? I see how it is." Cashel rolls his eyes. Sam begins to hum a song under her breath and Flo picks it up too once she realizes what it is.

My eyes widen in awe as I watch his hands and fire circle around the treat, cheeks flushing in amazement. God this guy is so cool. SO cool.

I don't hesitate to take a bite. "Holy fuck," I manage to say around the marshmallow. I basically inhale the rest of the bite. I had no clue food could taste GOOD. I take another massive bite. Half of the smore is gone. This is SO much better than salad.

Cashel's eyebrows lower. "Are you two seriously going to start singing 'ring of fire' because of this?" Sam and Flo only hum louder, unable to keep their growing smiles at bay. Cashel sighs. Flo pulls out a ukulele and Cashel groans. Sebastian and Ryker walk in not a moment later, talking lowly. They stop when they see the chaos unfolding in the room, frowning around, then at one another.

I move the staff back, staring at the golden brown marshmallow happily, and also laughing at my older sisters shenanigans.

"Fuck yeah, Pirine!!!! That shit looks immaculate!"

I look at Quin sheepishly, shaking my head with a soft laugh. "< i didn't even do anything! ccashel did all of the work- i just held it still! >"

Pythia holds up another graham cracker and piece of chocolate, waiting for Pirine to do what Quin did before.

i chuckle at hale's reaction with a little aw. i figure it's about time i actually make one for myself, placing graham crackers and chocolate in one hand and using the other to hold a marshmallow next to whatever fire action cashel has going on, squinting and using absolute expert precision, slowly rotating it until all sides are charred to my precise text color, down to the even-numbered digits of the hex code. i give cashel a nod once i'm done, walking back over to hale and smushing the whole thing together on the way.

I give Pythia a grateful smile, sticking the marshmallow in between the crackers and chocolate, pulling the staff out. I hand it back to Quin, still careful, very much not wanting to ruin his cool new weapon.

Cashel closes his hands together with a sigh, extinguishing the fire, and the two other singing adjuvants give a little sad aww.

i then actually eat the thing, and like, not to get emo over a literal smore, but i would struggle to think of a sensory experience that i associate more with home than the way this tastes. i swallow, wipe my hands and give some calm and relieved exhalation at the fact.

"This is the best thing I've ever eaten," I inform Silas very seriously.

Pythia looks around and nods slowly, patting Candra on the shoulder once more and quietly slipping out of the room. After she hands Pirine his s'more, of course.

I'm just holding the s'more at this point, just staring at it. Such a strange snack.

I'm watching his face so intensely that any more would burn a hole through his head.

i giggle and smirk to hale, head tilted. "of all my friends, hale, i'm pretty sure you're the one i would have least expected to say that about a s'more, but i'm glad"

Knowing Quin won't stop his staring unless I take a bite, I do so. Not really knowing how to take a good enough bit, I angle my head weirdly. Man, how do you bite this thing? Crunching down, and pulling away, a string of marshmallow following, my eyes sparkle in surprise at how good it tastes!!

"Good, right??"

"< mhm!!! >" I exclaim, mouth full. practically bouncing in place right now. "< this is SO much better than blacck liccoricce!! >"

Candra grimaces. "Black licorice...? How many sweet foods have you poor children had??"

"I've drank milk before."

"< that was my favorite ccandy! i think simores is my favorite ccandy now, though. >"

Candra glances between you two, worried. "...Are you guys okay?? Milk isn't sweet or a food, and black licorice is... well, an acquired taste." She sighs happily. "I'll have to make you kids all sorts of cakes and pies. Scones, doughnuts, bagels." She waves her hand. "The whole thing."

"Scones?" I frown. "Don't people eat those with tea or something?"

"You can! But you don't have to!" She clasps her hands together excitedly. "There are many different kinds of scones!"

"You like baking too, then? Huh. Just like Lirium."

"I think..." Candra smiles softly, lowering her hands, "It split evenly between my kids. Seeing as, well, uh." She blushes a little. "My favorite thing to make is s'mores cake."

i overhear this and gasp so happily.

I reach over and grab enough materials to make two s'mores, and then make my way over to Cashel. "Hey," I say shortly. "Could you, uh." I motion with my hand. "I need to make more," I say, with the grave certainty of a man who will die if his request is not fulfilled.

Cashel nods, raising a palm. "Delighted to assist." A fire blooms in his hand again.

I set the marshmallows alight and assemble the s'mores midair. Once I'm done, I give Cashel a thankful nod and turn on my heel, scanning the room for my sibling.

Navy is tucked up against a wall, picking at an already half-disassembled marshmallow disdainfully.

I walk over and lean against the wall beside them, offering a smore. "Check this shit out."

They crush the remains of their marshmallow in their hand the flick it away to the floor, taking your s'more instead. "Neat." Navy frowns, inspecting its every side, poking the marshmallow inside experimentally. "Zo... I azzume you juzt... eat it."

I nod. "That's what Silas told me. I've never had anything like it in my life." I take a bite out of my own.

They open their mouth and freeze for a couple of seconds, but throw the entire s'more inside and crunch down on it anyway.

I finish off my s'more and brush my hands off on my pants before crossing my arms.

Navy hums as they crunch theirs. They say something, but between the quirk and the s'more, you absolutely cannot make any of it out.

I frown. "What?"

They swallow the s'more and repeat themselves. "It'z crunchy, and zticky, and zweet." Navy squints. "I like it."

I pause, considering their words. "Yeah, me too."

"Good." They scan the room, eyes eventually landing on Silas. "He likez zhem." They state bluntly.

"Yeah. I heard him talking to Quin about them earlier. I don't think he stopped talking for three minutes straight."

"Zhey talk all of zhe time." They cross their arms, leaning back against tne wall. "Mozt of zhem, anyway."

"Yeah. I've never really fit in." I shrug. "Don't really care." I pause again. "I've been thinking," I say. "How the hell did you, you know. Get in... there. You're not afraid of drowning. I had to stick my head in the water and breathe it in. Sam said that was the only way."

"No." Navy slowly replies. "Only fear. Doezn't matter what." They rub their wrists absently. "It'z juzt eazier if all you have to do iz ztick your head in a pond or zomething. Zhat's why zhey let Zam do it."

"Oh." I look away. "Why'd you try to save them." Finley. Obviously. I'm not gonna say it out loud.

Navy stares off into the room for a few seconds silently before they respond. "I don't know." You get the feeling that's only partially a lie. They glance up, raising an eyebrow at you. "What about you?"

"I don't know either." I look down, thinking. "I've never risked my life for someone I don't know." I frown. "I just... wanted... to do something that wasn't shit. It wasn't for them. I don't give a shit about them."

I make my way inside, looking much more put together but also very sleepy. “Sorry everyone. Woke up llatte.” I give a little smile and wave.

I see her come in and wave her over.

I lighten up and go over to him. “Hi Quin!”

"Hi!!!" I lean over and give her a quick hug as well, before shoving the bag of groceries in her direction. "Dude. Look at this shit. Make yourself a simore."

I look inside, mouth dropping wide open. “Waitt— s’mores?” I grin. “Tthose are reall?! I tthoughtt tthey onlly existted in ficttion! Holly shitt.” I stand there, awestruck for a moment, and start to fiddle around with the s’more ingredients.

I KNOW! Here, look!" I take her marshmallow and put it on the end of my staff, and pass it to her. I point at Maia's lightsaber. "Hold it over that and turn it until it's brown on the outside."

I notice Quin pointing at me and turn my saber back on. "It doesn't work if you just stab it, I checked." I inform Levett gravely.

“Oh!” I llook over at Maia and laugh a little bit. “Don’tt worry, I’ve done mmy research on tthe mmagicall fanttasy tthatt is tthe ttoastted mmarshmmalllow.” I hold my marshmallow over her ‘saber. “Tthanks for lettting mme use your llighttsaber Mmaia! And your sttaff, Quin.”

I nod at her. "Any time. These things are really fucking good."

I nod at her and turn my marshmallow slowly until it caramelises to perfection, then I take it back, waiting a few seconds before I assemble it into a s’more. “Oh mmy God, tthis is tthe bestt day ever.” I bite half of it at once, eyes sparkling. “I’mm in llove.”

I have to actively reach upwards to happily pat her on the back. "Helping you set strange foreign foods on fire? That's what friends are for."

"Strange foreign foods." Sam mutters, and Flo laughs beside her. "I'm a failure of a moirail."

I walk over and rejoin the assembled campers. “so what is all this”

I wave over Finn with Quin’s staff. “Hey Finn! Comme gett somme s’mmores!!” My voice is incredibly excited.

“...” “a snore”

"Good for you." Navy supplies. "You're practically a zaint. I can zee the halo already." She pats your shoulder, glancing above your head mockingly. "Zoon enough you'll become pope."

"A simore!" "Get your ass in gear, dogboy. This thing has your name written all over it."

"Shut the fuck up." I pause. "Become what."

“ooooohhhhh well if you insist” I look between Levett and Quin. “so how do I do this”

"You take one of these - get this." I grin and hold up a marshmallow. "They're called 'marshmallows'. The most fucked up food ever, it feels like a fucking dried out slug. Then you stick it over a fire and make it turn brown."

"Zhe pope." Navy squints. "Pope. Zhe pope. Zhat's fun to zay. Anyway, he'z zhiz azzhole who thinkz he knowz god. Plot twizt: he doezn't." They jab you in the side with their finger. You have a feeling it's supposed to be friendly, but it kind of hurts. "You zhink you know godz, Hale? Huh?"

I snag a marshmallow, walk over to the fire, and hold it over. “like this right”

I nod enthusiastically. “Yep!! And don’tt forgett tto tturn itt, or you’ll gett a charred up crisp.”

I scowl, but don't move when I'm poked. "I think gods only know me."

"You're gonna burn your hand, dumbass. Do you have your rifle?"

I look at Levett. "Isn't the point to get it charred to a crisp?"

“uhhhhh si rifle me”

i still have finn's rifle for some goddamn reason. i hand it over.

"Pyzhia told me zomeone'z going to tell uz more about zhem. Today, actually. Zoon." She shrugs, looking over at Finn's shenanigans curiously, muttering. "Wonder if I could electrocute one."

I give Maia a slightly concerned look. “N-nott exacttlly.”

"Worked fine for me, Maia."

Cavall yawns as she finally makes her way into the room, looking around until she spots Levett with the s'mores gang and grins as she heads over. "Morning Levett!" Her eyes widen when she sees the 'marshmallowy goodness',"Oh $$hit, $$'more$$? I haven't had one of tho$$e $$ince I robbed some a$$$$hole who u$$ed goldblood$$ to cook them." She sighs in delight as she remembers it, "Be$$t victory $$nack in my life."

Lirium wanders in behind her, quietly looking around.

I reach out and pull a good three marshmallows over to us, and hold one out to Navy. "Do it."

I head outside, grab a decent sized stick, and promptly shove it down a the barrel of the rifle and plop the marshmallow on it and rotate it over the fire.

I notice Lirium come in and slip over towards her. "Hey, Lirium Good morning." I glance behind us. "Ever had a s'more before?"

"Morning! Oh, yes!" Lirium frowns. "Well, sort of. I had to... improvise, haha."

“Hey Cavall!” l hand her the s’mores stuff with a smile. “C’mmon, you gottta share mmy firstt smmores mmommentt witth mme.” I hold up the remainder of my s’more. “I’lll waitt for you tto mmake itt tto finish.”

i squint and cross my arms a few feet from finn with the demeanor of the master inspecting his apprentice, except that finn is quin's s'mores apprentice here and not mine, though i am the sole master. "incredible technique," i mutter, regardless.

Navy centers her hands around it, one over and one below, palms facing the floating marshmallow. A bolt of green electricity flashes between her palms. It burns a hole straight through the marshmallow. She frowns, tossing it aside. "Hmm. Wider zpread. Anozher."

I send another one floating up.

I frown and shake my head. "You don't have to settle for 'improvisations' anymore. This is the real deal." I lead her over as I talk. "The trick is to not set it on fire, apparently, but get the marshmallow, uh. Wood colored, or something. Oh, also, I'm your brother, apparently."

I give Lirium a little good natured wave. I still feel bad about that cake.

Navy rubs her palms together this time, charging them up before she holds them around the mallow. Something, uh, interesting happens. The tiny little shocks all around it heat it up, sure. The places where they touch melt instantly, leaving little pockets of melted marshmallow, and when that shock dissipates it pulls the melted area away. The result is a hot marshmallow, lightly toasted on the outside, vaguely spiky with the tiniest little burnt tips sticking up all over it. They hum, nodding. "Zpiky mallow."

I roast the marshmallow and get almost a perfect golden brown all around before one side spontaneously catches fire and I blow it out. It’s not charred, but it will be crunchy. “roasted mallow what next”

"Oh ab$$olutely, I'd love to!!" She takes a marshmallow out of the bag and pulls a cheap closed pen out of her strife specibus to stick it with, and puts on a focused look as she zaps it lightly with her psionics to test if it'll cook.

"Oh yeah, of course, you don't want to char it or an- what?" Lirium blinks at you, stopping suddenly when she processes what you said, giving you a confused frown. "You are?" It seems to toast fairly easily for Cavall.

"Fuck yeah." I leave it spinning in the air. She can grab it if she wants to. But this has me thinking. I take the last marshmallow and place it in the air as well, before taking a step back, charging my forefinger up with rage energy, and giving it a flick. Unfortunately, I am a STEM kid.

"She shouts in triumph, "HELL YEAH!" And continues to toast it while turning it slowly, carefully trying to get that perfect golden brown.

Right. My cheeks go right back to being bright pink. "Y- well, I mean, she's... it's debatable, I guess, but. Well." I flounder for a few more moments before sighing. "Yeah. One of my moms is Candra. Like you."

I watch Cavall with a wide smile. “Epic.”

Lirium stares at you, in what you can only assume is dismay, for a few more seconds before breaking out in a wide grin, clasping her hands together under her chin and practically squealing in joy. She loops her arms around you tightly, rocking back and forth. "That's so cool, Quin!! I'm so happy to be your sister!!"

A grin slowly spreads across my face and I reach up to hug her back, laughing and rocking with her. "I fucking KNOW, right? Like, it's cool to have any siblings at all, but especially you! And Pirine! And Silas, and Chlori, and Flo and Ryker. And." I stand there for a moment, overcome with happiness, before I pull back and smile up at her. "This shit's crazy, huh?"

The marshmallow explodes in a cone away from you, showing the floor in burnt, sticky sugar. Navy takes hers and pops it in her mouth.

I reach up and discreetly try to wipe my eye, before looping my arm in hers and dragging her over. "Right. Well. C'mon, sis, it's simores time."

I walk over to Silas. “as far as i can tell you are the smore man what comes after toasting”

Cavall finishes with her marshmallow, tossing a smile at Lirium's family moment, then grins brightly as she piles a bunch of chocolate on a graham cracker and places the marshmallow on top carefully. Then she slaps another graham cracker on the top of her cube before turning her grin to Levett, "Ok, ready!"

I cross my arms, muttering. "If I only used a little bit, I could probably just cook it... hm." I stare at the floor. I'm a little bit pleased with myself.

I beam at her and ‘clink’ my half-eaten s’more against hers. “Cheers!”

"U- uh, it's pronounced 's'mores'." Lirium corrects quickly. "And I don't have to have one right now!!"

"Cheer$$!!" Cavall's jaw unhinges as she throws the whole monstrosity into her mouth.

Levett briefly adopts a look of a girl who just remembered her girlfriend is part snake. She shrugs it off, replacing it with a fond smile, and pops the rest of the s’more into her mouth.

After Levett polished off her s’more, I tap her on the shoulder for a quick question.

I turn and face Finn. “Whatt’s up?”

I carry on the rest of the conversation whispering.

Rigel walks over to Seth and Milo in the corner, who are having their own adventures with s'mores, and talks to them quietly.

She savors the sweet taste for a good few moments with a big smile, eventually swallowing it whole. "Gog I love the$$e thing$$," Cavall then looks over at Lirium, "Come on Liri, you'd love the$$e thing$$!" She shouts, "Who wouldn't love the$$e thing$$?! $$'more$$ are for everyone!"

"I've had them before." Lirium starts hesitantly, glancing at the s'more as if it'll jump out at her. "I don't need one right now, I mean."

Cavall frowns in concern as she takes a step closer to Lirium, "I$$ everything alright?"

Rigel steps aside and Seth extends a hand, focusing on the marshmallow Hale burned all over the floor. It slowly begins to shrink and disappear, leaving the floor clean. "Yes!! Everything is perfectly fine!" Lirium says quickly, waving her hands. "I promise. Everything is okay."

Cavall squints at her in disbelief, "Hrm." She looks over at Quin, "$$orry, can I $$teal her from you for a $$ec?"

"Nno- no!" She pats Cavall's shoulder lightly with a nervous laugh. "I just. Ate already, that's all."

I wrap up the conversation with Levett and turn back to Silas. “so how do i wrap this up”

"Go for it!" I smile and pat Lirium's shoulder, before turning back to the others.

i retrieve two graham crackers and a couple pieces of chocolate from my sylladex, putting a cracker in each hand and adding some chocolate onto both crackers. i gesture for the marshmallow on the stick in the barrel of his rifle. "uhh aim your gun at me real quick"

I, having taught myself gun safety, do not do so, but set the stock do the rifle on the ground and give him proximity to the marshmallow without pointing the barrel straight at him.

She takes Lirium's hand with another concerned look, "Here come with me, we can talk over there." She points over at an empty space in the hall away from the others.

get you a man like that. i smush the whole thing together and slowly slide the concatenated s'more off the stick, then take a step toward finn and present it on my palm, grinning with satisfaction. "all set, uh," quoting quin, "dogboy"

Lirium frowns deeply and leans in close, whispering something to Cavall before leaning back. Seth walks around and vanishes all of the discarded s'more materials off the ground, from graham cracker crumbs to melted marshmallows. Milo watches him enthusiastically.

I mutter a quick thank you, and grab the s’more. Oh mama that is some good shite. Love that so so much. I wolf it down, and then turn to Silas. My eyes are practically stars right now. “how have i never had one of these before”

i shrug in response.

Cavall blushes in embarrassment before rubbing the back of her neck mumbling, "Oh that make$$ $$en$$e, $$orry for a$$$$uming Liri. Though to be fair," She smiles at her sheepishly, "You do a very good job of making your$$elf $$u$$piciou$$ when you aren't. Habit."