We've got crackers here somewhere--check that one.
[He points to a cabinet on the far side of the room. Meanwhile, he searches in another until he comes up with a bag of chocolate chips. It's something, right?
Moving around with a semi-toasted marshmallow probably wasn't a good idea, though--it slides right off the fork and onto the floor.]
[Miriam sets her fork down to go hunting for cracks. And there they are! The right kind, too. She shakes the box triumphantly.] Got 'em! Aww, that's okay, Firo, you can make more. They're really easy.
[Barnaby, ever the opportunist, has already scarfed up the unfortunate marshmallow.]
[At least there's easy clean-up--Barnaby is a gem of a dog.
Firo nods, already spearing another marshmallow. He glances over his shoulder.]
Yeah. Show me how the rest is done, huh?
[This probably means she's won, but maaaaybe he just won't mention it and see if she forgets. It isn't even that the loser's 'prize' is bad; he just likes to try his luck.]
[Barnaby seems like a pretty good dog, so it's only right to let him in on the fun. With his free hand, Firo reaches around in the bag and tosses a marshmallow to him.]
[He just laughs as he finally finishes his and sets about the final steps. No lost marshmallow this time.
With some care--rendered pointless as he gets smeared with marshmallow and chocolate anyway--he breaks his first ever s'more in half and offers her one of said halves.]
[Miriam snatches it up, never one to forgo free food. Or sugar. She scrunches up her face as she chews, then beams.] 's good! But you should burn 'em a little more. Then they're crunchy.
[It's possible that between all the excitement and sugar that she completely forgot about the terms of the game. It's also possible that's she's teasing Firo. Life is strange like that.]
A little kid? I wouldn't, unless I was pretty sure she'd do the same to me if I gave her the chance. Fair's fair.
[What she's told him of her work experience would be enough to lead him to that conclusion. But there's also the fact that he recognizes a little similarity between them, and he definitely would've cheated anyone at her age.]
[Miriam pouts for a long five seconds before her face splits into a grin. She likes Firo! He's smart and he knows the game. He can keep up.] True! I'm just havin' fun.
All right, so once upon a time there was a huge museum. Two really ambitious thieves dreamed of bein' the best the world had ever seen, so they knew they had to take something big. A museum sounded like a pretty good idea, so they cased the place. Except there was too much loot and they'd have no way to fence it all. But they couldn't just give up, so...
[He's embellishing a little, because Isaac and Miria hardly put that much thought into it. He pauses before the punchline, remembering how annoyed he'd felt hearing the story from them. He's not even sure if it's true, but at least it's off-the-wall enough that maybe it has a chance of amusing her.]
[Miriam throws her head back and laughs, clapping her hands together in delight. Barnaby adds his own howl to the racket, tail wagging the whole time.] That's a good one! That's a really good one! What'd they do with the door?
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[Firo nods, obligingly appreciative of her title.]
Sounds real fancy. I don't think I've ever met anybody with a personal assistant.
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[Her marshmallow is nice and blackened around the edges. She pulls it back before it can catch on fire.] And now we get chocolate! And crackers.
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[He points to a cabinet on the far side of the room. Meanwhile, he searches in another until he comes up with a bag of chocolate chips. It's something, right?
Moving around with a semi-toasted marshmallow probably wasn't a good idea, though--it slides right off the fork and onto the floor.]
You didn't tell me this'd be hard
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[Barnaby, ever the opportunist, has already scarfed up the unfortunate marshmallow.]
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Firo nods, already spearing another marshmallow. He glances over his shoulder.]
Yeah. Show me how the rest is done, huh?
[This probably means she's won, but maaaaybe he just won't mention it and see if she forgets. It isn't even that the loser's 'prize' is bad; he just likes to try his luck.]
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[He smiles and returns to the burner, browning the marshmallow and rotating it in imitation of her. He can learn when it's important.]
Just how many are you plannin' on eatin'?
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[That's part of the game, too.]
You can give Barnaby a marshmallow, if you want. No chocolate, though.
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[Barnaby seems like a pretty good dog, so it's only right to let him in on the fun. With his free hand, Firo reaches around in the bag and tosses a marshmallow to him.]
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[Probably not, anyway. Miriam giggles as Barnaby snatches the treat out of the air. One moment it's there and the next, bang! Gone.]
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With some care--rendered pointless as he gets smeared with marshmallow and chocolate anyway--he breaks his first ever s'more in half and offers her one of said halves.]
Tell me how I did, okay? You're the expert here.
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[Maybe it's time to stop holding out on their agreement.]
So I guess that means you win, huh?
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[She pauses.] What'd I win?
[It's possible that between all the excitement and sugar that she completely forgot about the terms of the game. It's also possible that's she's teasing Firo. Life is strange like that.]
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[He pauses mid-bite to stare at her. How could she forget something so... well, not at all important. But fun.]
This'd be a great opportunity to cheat you out of it, if you really don't remember.
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[Because she is. She totally is.]
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[What she's told him of her work experience would be enough to lead him to that conclusion. But there's also the fact that he recognizes a little similarity between them, and he definitely would've cheated anyone at her age.]
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[Some people may have been offended, and he's glad to see that she's not one of them.
Now that they're both on the same page and they both know they're on the same page:]
Where do you wanna start?
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[Something about Isaac and Miria has to work. What kid doesn't love weirdo thieves?]
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All right, so once upon a time there was a huge museum. Two really ambitious thieves dreamed of bein' the best the world had ever seen, so they knew they had to take something big. A museum sounded like a pretty good idea, so they cased the place. Except there was too much loot and they'd have no way to fence it all. But they couldn't just give up, so...
[He's embellishing a little, because Isaac and Miria hardly put that much thought into it. He pauses before the punchline, remembering how annoyed he'd felt hearing the story from them. He's not even sure if it's true, but at least it's off-the-wall enough that maybe it has a chance of amusing her.]
So they stole the door. To keep everybody out.
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Firo scratches his head, then shrugs a shoulder.]
I have no idea--I didn't think to ask 'em. They said it was pretty big, so I don't think they coulda' gotten it very far with just the two of 'em.
Maybe it wasn't such a successful heist, huh?
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