✔ benjamin.
❝It’s no fair ! ❞
He was sort of mindlessly waving that stick of his around, the metal pick with two prongs and an extended handle that either his mother, or Quil’s grandpa would use to rouse sparks from the flames housed beneath the grated fire pit, or move the slow burning wood to make room for more kindling, or maybe a tinfoil wrapped banana boat. They used to make those a lot, when they were kids. All of them. Paul, Jared, Jacob, Leah, Sam. The other girls, too --- but they preferred smores, so they would make a deal, barter, bring the chocolate and convince Seth’s parents to get the graham crackers. Leah didn’t like marshmallows, but she used to roast them for Seth when he was too little. Some said he was still too little, waving that stick around --- even at 17. He didn’t pay enough attention to the fire, and thus the responsibility of tending to it went to someone much more qualified --- Paul, or a Jacob. ❝ ... ❞ ❝You know ! ❞ ❝The whole.❞ ❝Making fire thing.❞ ❝Like.❞ ❝You could make hot dogs.❞ ❝Whenever you want ! ❞
