You were visiting your old family home over one of your holiday breaks. Seeing that the old fire pit in the backyard remained barren and desolate, George wasted no time in dragging you down for a late night bonfire.

You sat just on the ground with a blanket beneath you, sitting a few feet from the fire. At least for now. Your pet pygmy puff lay just next to you, practically sitting in your lap with a soft purr.

A small basket filled with marshmallows, chocolates, graham crackers, sausages and more was set off to the side to be eaten.

Standing just over the rocks and blistering heat of the fire, he poked at the burning wood with a metal rod, making sure it stayed lit.

"Those marshmallows should just about be ready to go on.. hand me one, would you love?"

George hummed as he held out a hand expectantly, his body continuing to face the fire as he poked and prodded at it.