Didn't think it was her door Ash wanted to bang on. "Might have to change my opinion of your friend Ash. And here I thought you weren't his type." Narrowed my eyes as she dug out a bag of marshmallows. Thought for sure the bag would be half full of mouse turds, but they seemed edible. Dug my hand in the bag and tried one, praying I didn't chip a tooth.
"Sure why not. Can't exactly dunk them in whiskey." Actually, you probably could. But it would be wrong. "Any chance there's some graham crackers in there?" Pulled open a cabinet, pushing dusty boxes around and not finding anything in the cracker family that wasn't oyster crackers.
Did find some skewers and pulled a pair of them out. At least we'd have warm gooey marshmallow. Took the skewers back to the den, eyed the couch and grabbed one and, pulling it closer to the fire. Just going over to the kitchen it had felt freezing compared to being next to the fire. "So Harvelle, you going to tell me about yourself or do you need to get a few more drinks in you first?"