tess chuckled, handing her brother a plastic cup that was filled to the rim. “are you really that surprised they’d turn something as simple as a bonfire into table cloth covered picnic tables?– white table cloths no less, which is probably why there’s no sign of smores. too messy.”
Nathan sipped at the beverage, an appreciative glance being thrown towards the dark-haired girl. The drink was unflavored, Nathan not opting for alcohol often, or well, ever. “Maybe we should go for a quick smores run and just drip chocolate over everything;” a wide smile took over his face before he sat his drink down, “they could always buy new ones.”









