[Pratt's sitting close enough to feel the heat from the fire, but far enough back to not be in anyone's way. He's eaten his fill of marshmallows, well, not really, but he's eaten enough and there wouldn't be any left for anyone else if he ate all he wanted.]

Figured we could all use something that isn't batshit bananas like what's normally happening around here.

It'll be nice for a while anyway.

[Sometimes all you have is the memories you cling to.]