second round :: written

[reengineered]

What are s'mores?

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[banshee_rider]

S'mores?

[Kelly thinks she may have heard that somewhere, but she really has about as much clue as Lucy.]

[reengineered]

I don't know.

[banshee_rider]

Animal, vegetable, or mineral?

[Maybe they could narrow it down?] Where did you hear about it?

[reengineered]

A book. It's something you cook.

[banshee_rider]

Like a cheeseburger or something?

[findatree]

You don't know? Oh, they're amazing! What you do is take two graham crackers and a square of chocolate, and a marshmallow. You have to roast the marshmallow over a fire so it's nice and hot. Then you put the marshmallow on the chocolate, and sandwich it with the crackers.

[reengineered]

I've never had a marshmallow.

[findatree]

They're really good. I bet you'll like them.

[reengineered]

What are they?

[findatree]

They're these white, spongey sugar snacks.

[panicswitched]

Involves graham crackers, chocolate bars, and roasted marshmallows.

[reengineered]

And it's good?

[panicswitched]

If you like chocolate melting on your marshmallows, it's amazing. You should totally try it if you haven't before.

[reengineered]

I think I'm going to. I want to try something new sometimes.

[panicswitched]

Totally worth it. The marshmallows are better roasted over a fire, but they can be done in a microwave, too. Takes a little experimenting to get it just right.

[whichwayyoulean]

Only the absolute required food for all camp fires.

[reengineered]

It's not like rations.

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, no because unlike rations they're actually delicious.

[reengineered]

Everyone keeps saying that. It must be true.

[whichwayyoulean]

That's because it absolutely is.

[silentrunning]

[Chell's rummaging. You can hear the sound over your journal, most likely... And then finally she writes.]

Chocolate, marshmallow and Graham crackers...But what's a Graham cracker?

[reengineered]

I didn't want to ask anyone but I don't know.

[silentrunning]

[Chell's grinning, and draws a smiley face in the journal before writing.]

Want to come to the kitchen with me? Maybe together we can figure it out.

[reengineered]

As long as you don't tell anyone. It's classified.

[And several minutes later, there's a carefully scrawled smiley face, too.]

[silentrunning]

[Chell grins and adds a spyglass to Lucy's smiley, to make it a detective smiley before writing.]

I won't tell. Promise.