Who: Elle Bishop OTA What: Making s’mores courtesy of her ability to fry things with electricity. Where: Her apartment at Epiphany’s complex When: Evening time
Growing up in the Company’s compound, Elle had been denied a great many childhood pleasures. She had all of the toys she could ever ask for (usually in the form of other human beings) but had missed out on things like sleepovers and birthday parties. One thing that she had discovered in her time outside of the compound were s’mores. There was a traditional way to make s’mores involving roasting sticks and bonfires, but Elle had her own special way of doing things.
She sat grinning at her table with a bag of marshmallows, a couple bars of Hershey’s chocolate, and a box of graham crackers. With deliberate slowness she stuck a marshmallow on a fork and held it up in front of her. She raised her free hand and soon enough there were little blue sparks dancing in between her fingers. With an audible zap, the marshmallow in front of her was absolutely fried. That was how she liked it - With a crunchy, toasted exterior. She wedged the gooey marshmallow between graham crackers and stuck the chocolate in there, too. Pursing her lips a little, she blew lightly on the snack and eyed it impatiently. She wanted to devour it right away, but burning her tongue on the molten marshmallow was not something she enjoyed. After a moment, she stuffed the whole thing in her mouth, licking the melted chocolate from her fingertips