The backyard of the villa was wide and open, the grass still cool from the evening breeze. Setting up a campfire there was easy—plenty of space, soft ground, and the faint scent of earth after a long day.
Annabelle had gathered a pile of dry wood and, in her usual dramatic fashion, stacked them up in an oddly perfect triangle before lighting them. The fire caught quickly, crackling and glowing with a soft orange warmth.
"Did you bring something we can cook on this?" Annabelle asked eagerly, almost bouncing as she walked over to Ariana.
Ariana smiled and peeked into the shopping bag. "Hmm… how about these?" She pulled out a wrapped packet of potatoes.
Annabelle's face lit up. "Yup~ yup! This is perfect!" She snatched the packet with a grin and rushed back to the fire, humming happily as she started preparing them.
