bonfire, o [love is a riddle]

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    Daisycoral had been tasked with a bonfire, and so a bonfire she would hold. She'd started by grazing for a while to clear the area (the meal was a bonus) so that there was less chance of the fire spreading. Some very nice NPC's had helped her bring some sand and stones and twigs for the fire, and even stayed to help set up and get the fire going strong. They were very nice, if a little strange. Kept on talking about s'mores and other things a simple sheep wouldn't know about. They eventually left when she suggested a bundle of grass cooked gently inside a bigger leaf, which was okay. The fire was dancing, the sun had left to visit another clan, the Stars were out, and it seemed a lovely night.


    "Would anyone like to join me an' the bonfire? You can bring stuff to eat if you'd like," Daisy called, though she didn't raise her voice much. She was content to just sit down and talk with however showed up.

    Marshmallows. Yes. The girl conjured a bag of the fluffy white delights, as well as a box of graham crackers and a bar of Hershey's chocolate, and plopped them down near the fire. "S'more equipment!" she singsonged happily, grinning at the fabulous sheep, before plopping down and proceeding to stick a marshmallow on a random stick she had found and roast it over the fire.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify]★ He grinned, conjuring his own packet of marshmallows simply because he was a glutton when it came to bonfires. Plus they were treats of sugary goodness, the male taking a stick and poking the soft sweet, watching it pierce through the pillow as he moved the marshmallow towards the fire. "This is great," Neoptolemus said, before pausing as he pulled his stick away at the sight of it catching fire, blowing at it to take out the flames and cool it down. "Wanna marshmallow? They're great toasted." He plopped the treat into his mouth, biting against its thin crispy outside and letting the gooey goodness settle upon his tongue, the sweetness and sugary taste satisfying the male.


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    After browning her marshmallow to the perfect color, Paperkit somehow managed to make a s'more. Sure, there were little bits of grass in it, but that was okay. She didn't mind all that much. The girl bit into the deliciousness, practically moaning because it was so good. She loved s'mores.