“Marshmallows brûlée, chocolate and graham crackers?” Melinda looked at Bill, watching him watch his marshmallows. She could just imagine him like this with his children, or with a group of rough Cursebreakers in the desert. “The closest I’ve ever come to that was making chocolate biscuit joconde imprime with vanilla mousse entremet with my mum when I was eight.”
Looking back at the fire for a moments, she thought she might have caught Bill sneaking a glance at her, and that had her looking back at him. “We should make some,” she determined. “Not tonight, but we should. It’s fun and gooey and sticky and messy and we have so many deliciously tasty fruits available that will make them taste even better.” Holding his gaze she smirked. “You in?”