He holds the stick back over the fire, higher than before so that it's hard to tell if the flames are licking at the marshmallow or just below it. He leans back on the other arm and watches it, looking content.
"So what sort of shrimp did you end up with?" he asks, eyes unwavering. Every so often he turns the stick so that the marshmallow gets an even browning.
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Date: 2008-02-24 03:37 am (UTC)"So what sort of shrimp did you end up with?" he asks, eyes unwavering. Every so often he turns the stick so that the marshmallow gets an even browning.