• The slushie-esque substance drifts from a deciduous tree that is soon-to-be dead, and lands with only a slight hiss. It creates a slight indention in the silence, but no one is around to hear it. Everyone is inside, gathered around their cackling and howling fires of reds and oranges. A popping noise that is heard for the duration of four seconds before a blue and purple genie dances about a burner. Hot cocoa is being made. As the brew is cooking, everyone groans from anticipation of the tantalizing aroma that reaches their noses. It's going to be an agonizing wait, especially for those marshmallows.