Bill had no idea how marshmallows were made; in fact, he probably wouldn't be able to tell you the ingredients. However, he definitely knew how to toast them to perfection. He grinned at her teasing, confident that he'd gotten it precisely right. He was rewarded by her gushing and the wide-eyed smile she proferred him. He smiled proudly.
"There's a certain art to burning the thing just right," he said. "I like them a bit burned, but not totally charred, always have." He and his brothers had definitely had fun with them when they were small, and then a group of young men out at a site will do the same. "Certainly. We can cook them right up," he said, taking the bag he'd brought with him and sticking several more on his toaster stick and putting it back over the flames. "I was planning on doing the smore thingy, but honestly I just keep eating them right when they're done." So gooey, so crispy, so tasty.