"This kind," Emyli answered Aiden's question by disappearing to the back of the bar for just a moment. Okay, so normally a bar might not have kept marshmallows on stock, but Emyli had a terrible habit of leaving all sorts of things in the lost and found box they had near the office. There was never anything of value inside -- those things were always locked up -- but she'd be lying if she said that she had never rifled through the box for any clothes that were left behind. She used the box to hide things, like a bag of marshmallows that also hid a handful of pills in the bottom. She gave herself points for creativity on that one. Retrieving the bag, she returned to the front waving the bag emphatically. "Told you."
Her smile was smug as she perched herself up on top of the bar and grabbed one of the marshmallows. She realized at the last minute that she was missing a crucial ingredient, though: a stick to hold out over the fire. Shit. The closest thing she could come up with was a straw, but it didn't exactly the stab the marshmallow the way she wanted it too. She fought with it for a minute before shrugging and giving up. She popped the fluffy sweet into her mouth and chewed it with her mouth open as she watched the respective groups count out their monies. Oh yeah. That was probably a good thing Aiden thought of. She became a little distracted by the fireballs in Aiden's hands, idly wondering if he was going to throw them at someone. Hey, she'd be all for watching someone getting a little singed after the ruckus they started.
"Nah," she remarked. "This place has totally been through worse and we're still here." She tossed another marshmallow into her mouth and held the bag up to ask Aiden if he wanted one. "Besides, we can so blame the fire on the hicks. Or even the hipsters. Just need a good cover story." Whether or not it worked depended on the day and the mood of the owner.