"ERIN!" she burst out, trying not to panic. The entire room was strewn with fragments of paper, assorted cold cereals, CDs, tissues, rolls of toilet paper, gummy raspberries, and the torn pages of several text books (which had clearly been used in an attempt to start a fire). The furniture was haphazardly strewn about the room, and several pieces were covered in duct tape, plastic wrap, or both. Erin's head popped into view above the couch.
"Oh, hey! You're back early." Erin looked cheerful enough. Beth gaped at her.
"What happened here!?"
"Well, it all started when Kipper-"
"Kipper?" Beth continued to stare blankly at Erin.
"Well, yeah. Kipper is-" Erin looked around and then shrugged. "He is a goblin. But I guess he's gone now. We were playing a game."
"Uh huh." Beth looked livid. "Are any of these textbooks mine?"
"Oh, no, we were sure to take them from some of the apartments on the other side of the complex," Erin said cheerfully. "Zip didn't know what s'mores tasted like, and-" she broke off as Zip leapt from behind what was left of the TV.
"King outlawed 'shmallows," he said sadly. "Lady was tryin to show us." He looked utterly pathetic about it, and Beth felt any anger she'd had evaporate.
"I... well..." she looked up at Erin with a sly grin. "We'll need more than kindling."
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A s'more emergency justifies just about anything.
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