Winter had just set in, but inside Whammy's House, it was hard to tell with the fire roaring in the common room, warming the room to feel like a sweltering summer day. Matt had snuck down from the dorms after hacking the camera systems, so his little trip to the kitchen then to the common room would go unnoticed by Roger.
Matt put down his supplies and sat on the rug in front of the now dying fire. Roger had not bothered to extinguish it since it had died down so much that it would not cause any problems. Matt pushed around the embers with a stick he had pulled out of the box of kindling for the fire. There was still a big log smoldering in the back of the fireplace, but with no more kindling, the embers would die out.
Matt arranged the embers in front of the fireplace then went for his supplies he had procured from the kitchens. Midnight runs to the kitchens were not strange for Matt; he and Mello did it all the time to sate Mello's almost constant need for chocolate. The only thing that was different was that Matt had snuck out of their room alone, leaving Mello to sleep as Matt raided the kitchens for this snack.
He took out a skewer and a bag of marshmallows from the backpack he had brought to carry the supplies. Matt put them aside for a moment and pulled out a plate and a box of graham crackers for afterwards. Matt turned back to the bag of marshmallows and ripped it open. He skewered a few then held them over the embers.
Even though the fire was just embers, his close proximity to the fire was irritating Matt's eyes. He rubbed them, but when he did, he did not notice his marshmallows had caught on fire. "Shit!" he cursed, trying to keep his voice down as he blew out the flame.
He looked over the marshmallows to see if they were salvageable, but they were burnt to a crisp, not even edible. Matt sighed as he took the marshmallows off the skewer and tossed them into the fire. As the marshmallows burned, he placed the skewer on the plate as he stood up, wiping his slightly sticky hands on his pants.
He needed something to protect his eyes from the fire. Matt just hoped he could find something in the supply closet without getting caught.
"Matt," a voice said behind Matt, who had returned to his place in front of the fire from his supply closet raid, "you went on a kitchen raid without me."
Matt turned around and looked at Mello. "Sorry," he apologized as he removed his latest not burnt batch of marshmallows off the skewer and onto the plate. "You have chocolate on you, right?"
Mello furrowed his brows. "What's that on your face?" Mello asked, ignoring the question as he took a bite out of one of the chocolate bars that he had had in his pocket.
Matt blinked as he removed the goggles from his eyes, letting them fall around his neck. "They're swimming goggles. I found them in the supply closet," Matt paused as Mello continued to look at him strangely. "I needed something to keep my eyes from drying out."
Mello accepted the answer as he sat beside Matt, taking one of the marshmallows off the plate and popping it into his mouth. Matt skewered a few more marshmallows. "You should snap some of your chocolate bars and put them on the graham crackers. Add the marshmallows, and you'll have some really great s'mores," Matt suggested quietly as he pulled the goggles back up to his eyes.
Mello mauled over the suggestion as Matt roasted some more marshmallows. Finally, Mello agreed with the idea quietly and ripped open the box of graham crackers. He pulled out his two unopened chocolate bars, opened them, and placed them on the graham crackers. Then he sandwiched the already roasted marshmallows in between the two graham crackers with the chocolate. Mello took a bit and looked like he was heaven.
Matt looked at Mello's expression as he removed the last batch of marshmallows from the skewer. Matt smiled. "Like your birthday present, Mello?" Matt asked.
Mello nodded and took another bite of the s'more. He swallowed the bite quickly. "I'll be nice and share my present with you, Matt, but only one s'more for you," Mello said just before he finished his first s'more and moved on to his second.
Matt smiled again as he grabbed his own s'more. "I'd have no other way."
A/N: This came from my own experience with roasting marshmallows. I was wishing for Matt's goggles, but I only had sunglasses.