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Summary: At the beach, during their first holiday together,
Willow introduces Snape to the Muggle custom of toasting marshmallows.
Marshmallow
by Mistral Amara
Snape found the concept of toasting marshmallows unfathomable.
"Look
at it this way," Willow said. "Straight out of the bag, it's just a
marshmallow. But put it on a stick and hold it over the fire long
enough, and it's a nummy treat."
"And here I thought it was just another Muggle time-waster."
"Well,
if you're so impatient . . ." She dipped the marshmallow
into the fire
for just a moment, then quickly withdrew it and blew out the flame.
"Now
this," she said, "is your kind of marshmallow. See, it's just like you.
All dark, hard, and crusty on the outside." She pulled the carbonized
outer coating off the marshmallow, blew on it, popped it in her mouth
and ate it. She grimaced. "Really kind of nasty. While the inside, on
the other hand . . ." she waggled the stick holding the
rest of the
marshmallow temptingly close to his mouth. ". . . the
inside is soft
and sweet and full of yummy goodness."
"Only to you," he
murmured, and leaned forward to bite the gooey mass. A split-second
later he spat it back out, wincing from the burns in his mouth.
"And, oh yeah," said Willow, blushing slightly. "Sorta hot."