playing with fire is dangerous && bonfire, marshmallow roast

[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px;][justify][sup]Hm, marshmallow roasting. She supposed it would be alright, she sat down and looked at the fire, the light reflecting off of her copper eyes. "W-Woah..."

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if kismet was honest, he'd outright say that roasted marshmallows tasted like shit to him; it'd be mean and buzzkill-ish, though, so he kept it to himself upon arriving. rather than grabbing a marshmallow to roast, he grabbed one and plopped it into his mouth, savoring the mushy feeling and flavor. though stuffing it all in his mouth gave him an unattractive face, kis didn't seem to mind, if he even noticed from his place by the fire.

rush

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[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px;][justify][sup]This was a regular thing? Yuuka nodded slowly, staring at the fire. It seemed so surreal, it was hot, giving off heat, she looked until her eyes began to sting, the kitten looked away and blinked heavily. "Y-Yes, is t-there some r-ritual we do?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0; letter-spacing: 0.5px][justify]The swan waddled up besides her daughter, flopping down onto the rough ground. She grabbed a stick, speared a marshmallow with it, then began roasting her marshmallow. "We got any s'more materials?" she asked, not looking up from her roasting session.

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"I don't trust the integrity of the materials, they're made from humans. There's no telling with them if it's poison or not," Brennan stated the facts aloud as she came over and simply sat down near the fire, but not too close. She only wanted enough warmth to make sure she wasn't cold, but not so much so that she would feel discomfort.
Watching the fire lick at the dancing embers that flew into the air, it cast a hypnotizing effect on her. Fire was what kept animals and humans alive for centuries, allowing them to evolve, survive, and adapt into what they were now.
With a small, thin frown, she only watched by in case only of them got poisoned and needed assistance. After all, humans did make the very same guns which were used to hunt down and kill animals. Who was to say that marshmallows couldn't do the very same? They didn't know the long-term effects of the foreign food.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; letter-spacing: 0.5px][justify]"Loosen up," the swan squawked in Brennan's direction, before returning to her marshmallow.

[size=8]Slightly surprised to hear a discordant screech, she glanced towards the swan, the direction in which the sound originated from. "I'm only stating the obvious. They are the same creatures who created guns. Remember guns? The weapons that go off with a loud bang and kill animals?" Brennan stated, defending her point. Animals who trusted humans, they might as well be housepets and gouge on all the food they wanted without worry of poison.

[size=8]"Yes, repeated exposure over time can add up to a long-term affect that no one is aware of, which is precisely why no one should be consuming these," Brennan responded. They didn't seem to see the dangers of consuming a human food.
"Humans may use rat poison to kill rats, but rats don't know that. If they knew, they wouldn't ingest it. Now that's only a short term effect. No one is to say that it's not the cause of death for warriors after a year because no one lives long enough around here to tell. Marshmallows may be a way of exterminating gullible animals because they are drawn to the cubical, soft, fluffy taste. I rest my case," the intelligent warrior responded before walking away.
Even if marshmallows were found out to be the cause of death, she doubted that they would stop consuming them. So, it was useless trying to teach an old dog a new trick.

[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px;][justify][sup]Yeah whatever, Yuuka took a marshmallow ad roasted it, she was aiming for a golden brown but it ended up black, oh well. She took some graham crackers and some chocolate and made a smore like Sandangel was doing.