Snippet #1693361

Tor laughed at the burnt marshmallow on Lucas's stick. He offered it to her and she shook her head, scrunching up her face.

"You made it, so you have to eat it," she teased. "I hear that burnt marshmallow is good for the digestive system." Lucas was funny, she had to admit. And by the sounds of it, he wasn't like the people she expected to be at a party her parents were putting together. He seemed to not have a sense of entitlement, and was most certainly not afraid of upsetting the adults. He just seemed to be... well... normal.

She looked around at the other people attending the party, they also seemed to be enjoying themselves, and she could see that Jacob had found another person to bore with his talk of long dead French painters. Her mother must have been out of her mind when she thought that Tor would enjoy his company. It was like this more often than not, and sometimes, she didn't think that her parents knew her as well as parents should know their children.

"Thanks for earlier," she said, blushing slightly. "I didn't think I could stand another minute of talking about Degas. It's not what I expected to be chatting about at a beach party." She was glad that he had come; he was laid back and made her feel relaxed. The night was beautiful. Though she couldn't see them, she felt that the stars were especially bright that night. The fire was pleasantly warm and for the first time in a while, she was enjoying one of her parents parties.