"Here you go, babe," Dick handed Kory a mug and plunked down into the lawn chair next to her.
"Thank you," she accepted it with a smile and settled in again, watching the bonfire crackle and send flickering shadows across the faces of their friends as they told stories. Urban legends, they had explained to her, were stories that might have started off with some truth but grew more elaborate and (maybe) untrue each time someone new told them.
Kory held the mug in one hand and reached out to take hold of one of Dick's. Sipping hot chocolate went well with the kind of romance that seemed to accompany campfire stories.