"Vespyr..." Janice slowly mouthed the word to herself.
"Can we go to..." Janice swallowed, clenching her fists, determined not to cry. "Lena's... island..."
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"But hot dogs are the epitome of camping culture! Them and s'mores, leaky rainflies, and bug spray that never works."
"Don't eat too many of those, Melody. Remember that you already had two scoops of ice cream."
"Uhhh... no." Ellis handed him a new marshmallow. "Wet marshmallows are no bueno. Just blow it out. Like this." He lit his marshmallow on fire, then blew it out.
"O...kay." Ellis cleared his throat. "So, preferably, you're going to want to cook that until it's all golden-brown. Unfortunately, it rarely turns out that way, but hey, marshmallows are marshmallows, am I right?"
"I suppose you'll just have to find out, then!" Ellis cracked open some marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. He stuck on marshmallow at the end of his stick, hanging it over the fire. "Step one: roast a 'mallow."
"How many it takes to give me a hankering for some s'mores instead." He finished his fourth. "Apparently it takes four. I'm hungry for dessert. Anyone else?"