( what was the bet again? Steve's mind isn't what one could call a steel trap these days. thankfully, Quentin fills in the blanks, or enough of them for Steve to get by. cook a marshmallow without charbroiling it. aka baby shit that you learn at boy scouts. Steve can't quite recollect what he gets for properly roasting a marshmallow, but it doesn't actually matter because the more important part is he will get to eat one after he proves his point. )
It's not about the stick. It's about the finesse. ( they're still talking about marshmallows. not beef wellington. just for the record. because the tone Steve used does make it kind of unclear, as if this is a grandiose culinary quest they are embarking on. )
Get a stick, ( Steve scoffs, because what is he. a dog? and then he goes to find a stick, but it's because he chose to, OK??? he heads for the nearest tree and stands around with his hands on his hips, inspecting the forest cover for one to jump out at him. in the meantime, ) Where'd you even find them? ( should he be worried about what he just wolfed down? not that it'll stop him from eating another, honestly, he's just curious. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
It's not about the stick. It's about the finesse. ( they're still talking about marshmallows. not beef wellington. just for the record. because the tone Steve used does make it kind of unclear, as if this is a grandiose culinary quest they are embarking on. )
Get a stick, ( Steve scoffs, because what is he. a dog? and then he goes to find a stick, but it's because he chose to, OK??? he heads for the nearest tree and stands around with his hands on his hips, inspecting the forest cover for one to jump out at him. in the meantime, ) Where'd you even find them? ( should he be worried about what he just wolfed down? not that it'll stop him from eating another, honestly, he's just curious. )