She takes the stick so she can blow out the flaming marshmallow. Pursing her lips together she blew, blowing out the flames. She put the stick across her lap setting it there precariously.
"I'm twenty-five," she said with a smile. "To young or too old?" She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "Should I ask how old you are?" She was half teasing, halfway serious.
Pulling out two graham crackers, she placed chocolate on the bottom one, then surrounded the still hot marshmallows with the crackers. Taking a bite, she closed her eyes.
"They are just like I remembered," she watched him as he cooked his own.
"What do you do or should I say did you do, before you came here?" She titled her head, still watching him.