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I’ve never had a novelty such as this, Blaze thought, sticking the marshmallow on the end of her stick.
She surveyed her companions. Marine and Cream sat on the adjacent log with a shared bag of marshmallows between them. The raccoon stuffed her cheeks, much to Cream’s surprise, who insisted she leave a few marshmallows for the s’mores. On plastic plates, Amy set aside several pieces of chocolate and graham crackers. Taking a stick, she speared through a marshmallow and withdrew it, sitting down next to Blaze.
“Hey, Marine, don’t eat so much. Cream won’t have enough for her s’mores,” she scolded, shaking her finger.
Marine gulped down the lump in her mouth, beating her chest when she choked. Heaving in a breath, she cleared her throat and plastered a grin on her face. “Not to worry. There’s plenty to go around,” she said, patting the half-full plastic bag. She reached inside and took out a marshmallow, offering it to Cream. “Here! One super-sized marshmallow!”
As Cream smiled and slowly slid the stick through her marshmallow, her tongue poking out in concentration, Amy gestured at Blaze to do the honors. Blaze extended her hand toward the kindling, various logs gathered in a neat stone circle. Heat swelled around her palm, curling around her fingers, and she leaned forward, placing her hand on top of the highest log. It caught fire, sparkling with blue and orange flames that trickled downward, the crackling filling the silence of the night only countered by the humming of cicadas.
“So pretty,” Cream murmured, stars in her eyes. “Miss Blaze, your power over fire is so amazing. My mother told me that your power is called pyrokinesis. Is that correct?”
Blaze chuckled, nodding. “That’s right. I’ve been able to control flames ever since I was your age.”
“Strewth! Blaze sure is somethin’ special, awright! That's why she’s my first mate!” Marine boasted, pumping her fist in the air. “So, what’s next? Do we put the marshmallows in the fire?” She cocked her head. “But hold on, won’t they just burn?”
“They’ll only burn you if you let them,” Amy warned, holding her marshmallow out. The flames licked the fluffy, white exterior. Blaze watched as the marshmallow melted, a golden brown color coating over the surface, the hue reminding her of fine jewelry. She withdrew the marshmallow and slid it on a graham cracker, and then, she placed a piece of white chocolate on top of the gooey treat. She squished another graham cracker on top, adding, “Tada! A perfect s’more.”
Cream broke into eager applause, which Marine quickly seized upon with thunderous clapping and hooting. Blaze grinned at Amy, warmth blossoming in her chest. Who would’ve believed something as simple as roasting marshmallows could create such a bonding experience? Only Amy could have thought of such a perfect way to end the day they shared over shopping in Station Square and exploring the Mystic Ruins.
“You give it a go, Blaze,” Amy urged, Cream and Marine already holding their marshmallows over the fire.
She blinked, not realizing she had been staring at Amy. She cleared her throat, hoping her surprise didn’t show. As Amy munched down on her s’more, the cat decided on another way to melt her marshmallow. Setting her finger an inch away from the marshmallow, she fired a quick flare from her finger, and the marshmallow immediately turned to a deep brown color with almost black edges.
“Whoa, Blaze! That’s way one to get a leg up on us!” Marine shouted as Cream withdrew her stick.
“I think you should pay attention to your marshmallow, Marine,” Cream gently interjected, smearing her marshmallow on a graham cracker.
As Marine yelped and swung her burnt, fiery marshmallow back and forth, Blaze snickered. She followed Amy’s instructions, the hedgehog’s eyes on her, and she marveled over the treat when she had finished creating it. It was much gooier in her hands, the marshmallow fluff bursting out of the crackers, and she held it gently with her pinky fingers extended.
Sweetness exploded on her tongue as she bit down. Chocolate and marshmallows filled her mouth and spilled onto her gloves. Her eyes widened, a delighted hum pressing into her closed lips. The graham crackers provided a subtle hint of honey to the richness. Licking her lips, Blaze chewed and swallowed, nodding her head up and down as Amy beamed.
“How was it?” she asked, leaning closer to Blaze.
“Amy, this is delicious,” she breathed out, and she quickly pushed the rest of it in her mouth.
Laughing, Amy wrapped her arm around Blaze’s shoulder, exclaiming, “Well, there’s more to go around! Let’s dig in, ladies!”
As the younger girls chirped in agreement and ate their s’mores, Blaze rested her head into the crook of Amy’s neck, breathed in the hints of smoke, and grinned.