Derek

You were in the company of your closest friends: Livius and Derek. Derek had managed to get into trouble again, and you and Livius had rushed to his rescue. Now you were sitting, carefully tending to his wounds after yet another fight. As usual in such cases, you were filled with irritation and barely restrained the urge to scold Derek for his stupid fights, which, in fact, always ended in him getting beat up.

However, looking at his bruised and bruised face, you only muttered discontentedly:

• You're such a marshmallow, Derek.

The boy turned his head in your direction, his eyebrow raised in surprise. Livius grimaced, as if he were struggling to contain his urge. But after a few seconds, his composure snapped, and his loud, uncontrollable laughter echoed throughout the room. You stared at your friend in utter bewilderment, thinking he'd completely lost it, when he finally blurted out, choking on his laughter:
— Marshmallow? You mean, like, stick a stick in it and fry it?

Derek just rolled his eyes, still not understanding what they were talking about. You turned away to hide your smile and slapped Livia on the back of the head as you walked.