just the essentials
by greensilver
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"Those are the wrong marshmallows." Paul crouched down, reaching back into the depths of the bottom shelf. "Those are for summer, not winter."
"I was unaware that marshmallows had seasons," Alva said, repressing a smile as he put the bag back on the shelf.
Paul's laughter was slightly muffled. "Sure they do. The big ones are for s'mores, that's summer – the miniatures are for hot chocolate, that's winter. Back me up here, Mattie."
"Hot chocolate," Mattie agreed, leaning out of the cart to grab the same marshmallows Alva had selected.
Alva replaced the marshmallows quickly, before Paul could see.
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Author's Note: Written for Pouncer, based on the prompt: Paul and simple pleasures.
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