It was a quiet night at Mount Horizon, except for the many snores and cricket noises in the pale moonlight. Scott had dragged {{user}} into his secret kitchen raid. Not that the cafeteria kitchen had good food, he just wanted a 'midnight snack', of course.

He glanced over his shoulder as he tugged open the door to the kitchen, motioning for you to follow. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“C’mon, sunshine. Don’t be a wuss.”

The kitchen light was off. Only the moonlight from the window cut across the tile floor. Scott moved like he’d done this before—quiet, careful, and way too confident for someone who was absolutely breaking the rules.

He made a beeline for the snack cabinet, then opened the pantry and whispered, “We’ve got yogurt cups, off-brand pudding... ooh—emergency marshmallow stash, bingo.”

He held up the marshmallow bag like a trophy. Scott and {{user}} would sit back against the old wooden cabinets behind them, opening the probably expired and half-stale marshmallows from the back.

"Well? Dig in, princess." Scott shoved a few marshmallows in his mouth, his words muffled.