It felt strange to be back in Quimbeck after three days in the forests of Christmas Land, but Bonnie needed supplies. She still hadn’t made up her mind what to do, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. Down a side street, she found a small supermarket, so she stocked up on foodstuffs she would need to make a few more batches of marshmallows. In a stockroom at the back of the café she had come across a box of old menus, so picked up a few random ingredients in order to add a little variation to the basic mix. It seemed Uncle Mervin had been an experimenter, always trying new recipes for marshmallows, adding them to a variety of hot chocolate mixes of his own design, and now that the shock of her first effort was a distant memory, Bonnie found it exciting to try new ideas. It was liberating, as
