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The blaze in the fire pit crackled merrily around the host of marshmallows floating at the ideal roasting distance above the flames. Having a girlfriend with magic powers had many benefits, though Phasma had never imagined that ‘getting perfect s’mores every time’ would be one of them. There were going to be a lot of them- it seemed that Rey and Kylo had some kind of contest going on to see who could float the most marshmallows at once.

Smiling quietly to herself Phasma popped the top off a beer bottle with her bare hands, earning a muttered “show off” from Kylo who still hadn’t mastered the technique after nearly a decade of demonstrations.

“You of all people must have some good ghost stories,” she said to Hux as she passed him a beer of his own. “You have to have scary stories on Halloween.”

Hux’ grin glittered in the firelight. “Depends how you define scary I guess.”

“Yeah, our ghosts are special,” Kylo chimed in, floating a bottle towards himself. He didn’t seem to notice the half dozen marshmallows that fell into the fire when he split his concentration.

As if to prove his point Millicent jumped off his shoulder and walked through Rey’s leg on the way to hunt something in the bushes. She wouldn’t catch it, unless whatever it was happened to be a ghost too, but she never really seemed to mind.

“Ghost kittens are only scary when they wake up at 4am by phasing straight through your pillow to scream in your ear,” Hux laughed. “But the ghosts in our apartment gave me a right fright last week. I’m amazed my hair didn’t turn grey from it.”

“Drama queen.”

“Oh come on, Kylo, it would have surprised you too.”

“Well, I’m not a prude so…”

“Fuck you!”

“Just tell the story!!” Rey shouted over the bickering.

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