The toothy horizon turns orange then pink as it swallows the sun. Nick and I dutifully record the moment as the ladies prepare evening entertainment.
“You add marshmallows to your mouth until you can’t say ‘chubby bunny’ anymore,” Kayla explains. Nick and Brenna are ready to go.
“Get Jason to play,” Jessica suggests. I answer with a scowl. Trying to cook s’mores on the grill has been silliness enough.