Sam jams the ends of the pointed sticks into the ground, wiggling them around a little one at a time until they hold by themselves, marshmallow ends dangling over the fire. He is a professional at this, all right, even if snow and ice is a little different from sand and rock.

"You got an option between 'practically charcaol' and 'just barely warm,' he says with a grin, once Psiioniic's given in and come back. "Everyone likes it different. I'll make you a couple and you can tell me which one you are."

He lines up the graham crackers, setting little pieces of chocolate on each of them, and he's rotating the sticks when Kurloz asks him about fathers and sons. Sam looks up, a little startled - if only because his dad isn't what he wants to think about right now, while he's stuck in a place like this, doing what he has to.

"Yeah, you'd use it then. A lot of times, anyway, some people have... complicated relationships with their parents."