Bill flashed her a smile. "That's too bad, honestly," he told her. "I think every kid should get the chance to do this sort of thing out in the wilds once in a while, or at least out in the back yard." Of course, he'd had enough kids come through Gringotts to know that not everyone was as lucky as he was. "While that sounds tasty, I don't think it's quite the same thing."
He nodded firmly, keeping her gaze with warm eyes. "I'm in, totally," he said. He pulled the marshmallows out of the fire and blue a couple of them out again, and he handed her the stick. "Here, hold that for a moment," he said. "Feel free to eat any of them you want."
He went back to one of the tables, smiling hello at someone else, and brought back the rest of the makings for a smore. Quickly he opened everything and assembled what was needed, and he smiled. "Here, now let me have one of those," he said, guiding it over and pulling one of the hot, gooey treats in betwene two graham crackers, pressing them together over the chocolate. With a ta da and a dancing grin, he held it out to her. "Give it a sec for the chocolate to melt a bit, but there you go. Campfire munchies."