No, she wasn't going to judge him. But she was going to laugh at him. "You were suppose to squish it before you bit into it, Angeal."

This was the only treat she didn't mind getting her hands dirty for. She reached over to grab an extra graham and pushed it against the marshmallow that was oozing out. "There, now it won't get on your clothes."

It helped lighten the mood, at least. She hadn't wanted to spend this night reminiscing about times they would never get back. More like she wanted to think about her future, here and at home.