So we did.
We live on the wild side.
Before everyone had even settled down all cozy around the fire,
Lena and Conner had gotten themselves trapped in the "fire trance."
It happens to us all.
Roasting étiquette 101: DON'T FORGET THE TOILET PAPER.
That would be embarrassing.
Lena passed out and died at one point.
No one was fazed.
Kidding. The heat was just too much for her cute little face,
and NO WAY was she going to move her chair out of her primo location.
In other news, Jarom doesn't need this lame-o fire pit, when he can roast his
marshmallows using his awesome dragon's breath!
I roasted a marshmallow and it turned out looking like a tooth.
Dr. Wes was pretty impressed. And the Reidster smiled.
The END.