“Marshmallows. Do you eat them?” Ben asks as he slips onto a bar stool next to Alastaire.
“I guess,” I say. “They’re nice in hot chocolate.”
“Good,” he says. “We’re running out of food and all we have left is a jumbo-sized bag of marshmallows until Kitty can get to the shops tomorrow.”
“Wonderful planning as always Kitty,” says Alastaire. “You had one job. ONE JOB.”
“Hey!” Kitty says as she punches Alastaire in the arm. “We wouldn’t have run out if you guys hadn’t eaten an entire week’s worth of groceries in one weekend. It’s not my fault you’re all such gluttons.”
“That’s not true,” Ben says. “Anyway, I would kill for a pizza right now. Remind me again why we’re camped out in the middle of the woods hours away from civilization.”
“It’s all in the name of music my friend,” Alastaire
