After Hazel was sure that her husband was asleep, she snuck out to make her s'mores. It was probably close to 11 PM when she started trying to build up the fire using a video tutorial she found online.
Firewood, newspapers, and matches were kept in a storage shed nearby; she had checked earlier. All she needed to do was create a teepee of sorts out of the wood and light the kindling underneath it.
Lacking a proper marshmallow roasting stick, Hazel ended up snitching a knife with a long blade from the kitchen and sticking the marshmallow on the tip. As long as she kept it angled upward, the marshmallow didn't fall off.
"Why are you roasting marshmallows at eleven o'clock at night?" an incredulous voice asked from behind, making her jump so abruptly that the marshmallow fell off the knife.
Will was standing behind her in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tee shirt, appearing quite baffled. Hazel ducked her head in shame.
