starter blog.

“what am i even looking at here?“ lili twists the island map around 180 degrees in her hands, looking behind it and then back at the map again, “i may as well give up now if i can’t even read this map properly… maybe it’s just a rough guideline…”

hands reach across , snatching the bag from the resting bench . “ hey now , hoggin’ them all , are you ? “ harry allows the branch to rest between his legs , sliding the marshmallow securely onto the stick . “ do you think i’ve got enough of the bark off it ? or no ? “