"Well... that was unfortunate," Charlie intoned contemplatively down into the firepit with a chagrined expression on his face.

Guy immediately shoved his friend over and with a quiet moan said, "Charlie, that was our last marshmallow! What am I supposed to eat? The stick we were roasting them on?"

A vaguely sheepish grin was his fearless Captain's only answer. Why he'd trusted the other teen, he still wasn't sure, but there wasn't much to be done about it now. He sighed mournfully into the flames as the once pristine whiteness of his marshmallow turned the black of charcoal and melted into the ashes at the base of the pit. There was something to be said for that depressing piece of poetry, he thought, staring across the flames at Dwayne. But no, he wasn't going to think about that. Connie said there was nothing between she and the team's newest hot shot and he believed her... for now.

Thoughts of Connie inevitably turned his eyes her way and he noted warily that her gaze skittered away from his awfully fast. She hastily popped her own marshmallow into her mouth, fanning quickly in front of it as she discovered that that isn't the best way to eat a molten-hot lump of sugar.

A gentle tap on his shoulder brought his attention away from his girlfriend and around to face the darkness of the woods. Adam Banks stood behind him silently holding out half of his own marshmallow. Stunned, it took Guy a moment to accept the proffered confection. To the best of his knowledge, they two weren't particularly close. He'd have expected Charlie (being the one who lost him his dessert in the first place) to offer to share before Banks would. But, well... beggars can't be choosers. He smiled and nodded a thanks in Banks' direction before turning back to the fire and popping the marshmallow onto his stick and beginning to roast it.

It was unfortunate that he looked down when he did. For if he had found a bit of darkly foreboding poetry in the burning up of the marshmallow that should have been his, he'd have found an even more interesting piece of imagery in the light blush that stained Adam Banks' cheeks as he handed over half of his own. But he wasn't looking and he didn't see... and so that piece of prose will remain untold for just a little while longer.

((*sweatdrop* OK... that was supposed to be a harmless piece of fluff brought on by the fact that I roasted marshmallows for the first time in years tonight. I'm not exactly sure what happened... O_o;;;))