@Imperfect_Autumn group
"What's wrong with it?" Autumn asked, glancing down at it in confusion.
"What's wrong with it?" Autumn asked, glancing down at it in confusion.
"It is crooked at the bark is falling off of it. If you want to eat a barky s'more, choose that stick."
"Well, fine, then," Autumn said, dropping it. She picked up another stick and held it up for Alex to see. "What about this one?"
Alex squinted at it. "Too short!"
"Ugh, then what about this one?" Autumn asked as she picked up a new stick.
"Too skinny! It'll snap the moment you put something on it!"
Autumn glared at him for a moment before picking up yet another stick. This one seemed perfect, at least to her. "This one?"
Alex gazed at it. "Yes. Just strip the bark."
"Okay…" Autumn sighed and did as he said. "Better?"
"Yes. Good stick. Now we need five more."
"All right, then," Autumn said, picking up sticks that were similar to the one she held.
After strict supervision, they had seven sticks. "Great. Let's go get s'more stuff."
"Finally… I never knew someone could be so picky about s'mores sticks," Autumn teased.
Alex shook himself out. "I want to optimize s'more experiences for everyone."
"I don't think anybody really cares how perfect their stick is, though," Autumn chuckled.
"I care that my bandmate's sticks are perfect. I am anybody."
"All right, then, anybody. Where are the rest of the things for s'mores?" Autumn asked.
"On the patio." Alex pointed over to the little table he mentioned earlier.
"Right, duh," Autumn laughed as she walked over to grab the rest of the s'mores things.
Alex handed out sticks and sat down in his chair, humming happily as Autumn collected the crackers, chocolate and MARSHMALLOWS
(Mm… S'mores…)
Autumn grabbed everything and brought them over to the rest of the group. "So… Let's eat!"
(mmm)
Alex grinned. "Yes let us eat!"
J reached over and took the mallows from her. He tore open the bag and started his feast. No one stopped him.
Autumn chuckled and quickly grabbed a marshmallow from the bag. She stuck it on a stick and roasted it carefully.
B rolled her eyes and pulled out a bag of mallows from under her chair.
“Here’s our marshmallows, all.”
Autumn smiled, amused. "Marshmallow hoarder?"
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