A/N: Another ficlet for you! Now, this one is once again Baljeet-centric, but that's because my girlfriend wanted me to write her some stuff with him in it, and I complied. This one was based off the word "burnt", and probably takes place somewhere around the time of "Get That Bigfoot Outta My Face" or "The Ballad of Badbeard".
Please, enjoy and review!
Burnt
The campfire was surprisingly quiet that night; the scary stories over with, everyone was now concentrating on roasting marshmallows. Baljeet stared quietly at his, scrutinizing it to make sure it was just right. To his right, Isabella was mooning over Phineas across the fire and didn't seem to see the slowly burning mass of sugar that was about to fall off of her stick onto the ground.
"Isabella –"
She sighed. "What is it, Baljeet?"
"Your marshmallow. It's about to –"
Plop.
The burnt mess fell between her feet. Isabella groaned, reaching over towards the bag in between the logs-turned-benches, suddenly finding there weren't any marshmallows left. "Aw man, that stinks!"
Without thinking twice, Baljeet pulled his marshmallow out of the fire, tested its temperature, and placed it in Isabella's hands. She looked down at it for a moment, before looking up at him again.
"Baljeet, you don't have to –"
"I do not mind. It's probably too much sugar for me anyway." He blushed a bit. "Besides, it is already too burnt for my taste."
