Sizzle, sizzle, pop went the campfire.
"You're holding it too close." Molly reached out to push the stick up.
"Am not!" Rudy pulled away.
"You are! It's going to catch on fire."
"I know." Rudy scooted down the log and settled in, watching intently.
Madison picked her teeth and pulled out a translucent wing. There was a hiss and a brief scream as Rudy's burst into flame.
"I told you," said Molly.
"They're better this way."
"I don't know why you bother," said Madison. "When they get all crispy and black like that, you can hardly taste the pixie dust."