In all his years as a bartender, Aiden had never expected to be about to have marshmallows at his place of work, courtesy of his crazy coworker and the chair he had just set on fire. When Emyli showed up with the bag in her hand Aiden scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head. He was smiling, however. What the hell, right? He was about to ask her if she had brought sticks, but upon seeing her struggle with a straw Aiden felt no need to. "That's gonna melt," He warned before she gave up.
The bar was slowly becoming empty, while money piled up on the bar. Aiden found himself grinning, waving at the patrons with fiery hands. The looks on their faces made him chuckle.
Returning to the bar, Aiden sat and watched the furniture burning to a nice, warming crisp. "Give it here," He said, pulling the bag to him. He took three marshmallows and put them between his fingers, then held his hand directly into the fire. No point in trying to hide that now, and this actually came in handy. Once they were good and done Aiden removed his hand and held it out to Emyli, so she could take the proper marshmallows if she wanted to. "I fucking doubt it. Boss has already been on my arse about my stealing the tequila." He shrugged, burning up marshmallows for himself.