Sierra | Lexi, OPEN | 10pm
Sierra was chatting with a few people who were drawn in by her snack making, though they usually filtered back out once they had a few and the drinks made them restless. She liked to drink, but drinking while working with fire was not a smart idea. If she'd been using her magic then she wouldn't have worried so much, but she didn't want to be the weird one who couldn't exist without her abilities. So Sierra was content to roast her marshmallow the old fashioned way, her graham crackers and chocolate beside her and ready to go.
As she focused, she was nibbling on the tiny squares of chocolate, shamefully breaking off pieces as she watched for signs the gooey treat was ready. Feeling someone bump into her from behind, Sierra yelped a little as the marshmallow fell off her stick and into the fire, a pout instantly forming on her face. Looking up, it deflated a little when she saw how cute the guy was, and his sincere apology softened her disappointment even more. "It's alright, no harm done. Unless you count the marshmallow..." she teased, smiling up at him reassuringly.