“I don’t want to know where you got these,” Maximus murmured, crouched beside the little fire. He felt like a kid again. He wasn’t complaining, of course. This might be the most fun he’d had in a long time.

He shuffled, slowly turning the marshmallow over the coals. He couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips. He blew out a bit of flames that had formed and sat back, looking at the item with a grin.

“But I’m glad you found them. Makes it a bit more bearable to sit out here, y’know?”

He popped it into his mouth, savoring the melty food. He sighed as he sat back on his arms. Orange leaves fell slowly around them. Winter sucked, and fall just meant it was close -- but he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it while it was here.