"Oh, shit!" Loki screeches, eyes wide. "It's on fire! It is on fire!"

"Put it out!" Sylvie yells, frantically fanning it with her hands.

"How?" Loki demands. If it were that easy, he would have done it already! Can someone please offer him a helpful suggestion?

"Eat it!" Mobius says with a shit-eating grin, and Hunter B-15 — sorry, Beatrice; she wanted to be more than a letter and a number so she gave herself a real name a few weeks ago — bursts out laughing.

"While it's on fire?" Loki gapes at him. And he thought Sylvie was being unhelpful! His friends are absolutely useless!

"Oh, come on, you're a Frost Giant," Beatrice reminds him. "You can just breathe ice on it before you put it in your mouth. You'll be fine!"

"That is not how any of this works!" Loki says. At least, he doesn't think that's how it works? He's not inclined to test it out.

"Alright, alright, hang on," Mobius says, pushing his way over to the Frost Giant in question. He takes the stick from his hands and scrapes the flaming marshmallow into the fire pit. "There, was that that hard?"

Loki breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh my god," he whispers, slapping a hand over his pounding chest. "I thought I was going to burn down the whole town."

"Yeah, please don't do that," Mobius says. "I don't know about you, but I actually really like Westview. I don't want to see it condemned to fiery destruction." He hands Loki his marshmallow-roasting stick back. "Careful. If you burn another one, I'm actually gonna make you eat it."

Loki narrows his eyes, and his friend can't hide his smile as he returns to his seat around the campfire.

"Here, catch," Beatrice says, launching a fresh marshmallow at him without giving him any time to process it.

Loki reaches up instinctively and grabs the marshmallow in one hand. His Jotun blood and Asgardian training have done him well, it seems. It would have been such a waste if he'd missed it. He stabs it with his stick and holds it over the fire, and bit further away this time.

Sylvie shoves the last little piece of her s'more in her mouth and says, her words mumbled by the marshmallow, "I have to admit, Westview's not as bad as I'd thought."

"Are you kidding?" Beatrice says. "Westview is awesome. Do you know how long it's been since I could sit on my ass for a day and do nothing? Because I don't!"

Mobius raises his half-toasted marshmallow on a stick in a joking cheers motion. "To Loki and Sylvie, for getting us the hell out of the TVA."

Beatrice taps her marshmallow against his before lowering it closer to the flames.

"No," Loki says, "to Sylvie, for forgoing her revenge plan to save the universe."

Sylvie sheepishly looks down at her lap, her face turning a faint shade of red. "Loki..."

"No, no, he's right," Beatrice says. "You spent years trying to take down the Time Keepers and He Who Remains A Bitch, but you chose to stop and give us this life together instead. I think that warrants a marshmallow toast.

"C'mon, get another marshmallow," Mobius says, holding the bag out to her. "Can't toast on an empty stick."

Sylvie takes a marshmallow out and pushes it onto the end of her stick. She holds it out above the flames, and everyone else taps their marshmallows against hers, saying "To Sylvie!" in near-unison.

Sylvie gives a small smile. "To the family I never asked for."

"And the family you can't get rid of," Mobius adds teasingly.

Sylvie laughs at that. "Unfortunately."

Mobius sticks his tongue out at her, and she just laughs harder. Loki sits back in his chair, a big smile on his face. He looks around at his friends, just enjoying the moment. They've only been here for a few weeks, but he can safely say that these have been some of the best weeks of his life.

"All jokes aside, though," Mobius says, "it's been really nice living with you guys for the last month or so. I'll admit I was a little wary about leaving the TVA for some little 21st-century town in the middle of nowhere, but honestly, I couldn't be happier." He smiles. "So thank you. You guys really mean a lot to me."

"Aww," Beatrice coos, "Mobius is getting sappy!"

"Oh, shut up," Mobius says playfully. "Do you want me to take it all back? Because I will."

"Nope, too late!" Beatrice says. "No take-backsies!"

"She's right," Sylvie adds. "You already said you liked us. It's too late to change your mind."

"Oh, damn," Mobius jokes. "Well, if I can't get rid of you, I might as well keep you on lock. Who wants to go to Herb's with me on Sunday to keep me company while we watch the football game?"

"God no," Sylvie says immediately.

"Is football the one with the little black-and-white ball you kick around the field?" Beatrice asks, though the smirk on her face makes it abundantly clear she knows that's not the type of football he's talking about.

Loki sighs. "I can go."

"Really?" Mobius breathes a sigh of relief. "You're a life-saver, Loki. I don't know what I'd do if I was the only one there who didn't know what was happening."

Loki shakes his head to himself. "Why did you agree to go if you don't like football?"

"Because everyone else is gonna be there," Mobius says. "I never got to meet new people at the TVA. Now that I finally have the chance to make new friends, I wanna make the most of it, you know? I wanna fit in. And if that means pretending I understand football, I'm gonna pretend I understand football."

Loki stares at him. Ordinarily, that would be a cute speech, but...

"Mobius, everyone in town already loves you," Loki reminds him. "You don't have to prove anything else to them, I promise. They're not gonna like you any more."

"They couldn't like you any more," Beatrice adds. "We haven't even been here for a month and you're already the town mascot. I think you can handle skipping the football game."

"But I want to go," Mobius says. "I just don't want to go alone."

"So you're going to make Loki suffer with you?" Beatrice asks.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Mobius says. "And he'll let me do it because he loves me. You guys could learn a thing or two from him."

Loki gives a cheeky smile. "Take notes, my friends. This is how you become Mobius's favorite."