"Nice to meet you. If you want treats, you probably better grab them quickly. Sounds like we have company." T takes her own advice and grabs a few treats and the rest of the stuff for her s'more, then resumes roasting it over the fire.
As Ember's Starbursts finish roasting, they start to drip. He pulls it out quickly, bringing it over his plate, but it's slightly too late. T, crouched beneath him, cries out for a moment. "What happened?" he asks, immediately concerned. "Your Starburst dripped on my hand, between my fingers. Where's some cold water?" She immediately gets up, walking to the sink, running water over her hand. Ember follows. "I'm so sorry. I can help." He begins drawing heat out of the area.