A moment later, Savannah returned with a pair of mugs. One, blue, she held by the top to protect her hand from the warm glass; the second, green, she held on a small plate, the surface of which was littered with marshmallows.
"Here," she offered the latter to him, a look of concentration crossing her face as she handed it over to him. The last thing she wanted was to dump hot chocolate in his lap. "I left the marshmallows for you to put in," she explained. "My favorite part is watching them melt. I wouldn't want to ruin it for you."
Once he had taken it from her, she gently settled down on the opposite side of the couch. "Oh, wow!" Her eyes had caught the glow of the fireplace. Already, it was beginning to heat up the room, as well as cast the room in a flickering glow. Looking at the flames, she teased, "I'm sorry I mistook you for an amateur in lighting fires. I see now you're an expert."