[b]Before[/b]

Ryan leaned against a wall, holding the phone up to his ear. A large grimace plastered on his face. "Yes, I-yes...Look it'll be fine. The worst thing that can happen is I disappear and am never found again. So, if that does happen. Then, look in a cave. I might become the country batman." Ryan bit his lip. "It's possible and you know it"

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[b]Now[/b]

"Marshmallows, My ultimate weakness" Grinning, Ryan began to playfully wave his stick around. 

Glancing between the group, Ryan smirked "Oh, I would go for a game of Hide and seek. That game never grows old." Looking over to Harry, Ryan waggled his stick at him. "Don't be a debbie downer." 

[i]Plus,[/i] Ryan thought. [i]Some people get murdered when they go on road trips...[/i] Of course, long ago..Ryan had thought about what would happen if they were in a horror film. He looked at Quinn and Booker. Those two die first while they're off picking flowers, Ryan shrugged to himself. No offence,but someone has to die first. And not for any other reason, Ryan thought. Sean goes next because his music is too good for this world. Then I die in a heroic sacrifice because I am of course me.  And then between you two. Ryan paused inside his thoughts, for dramatic effect perhaps. Towards no one.  Harry would be the survivor because as we all know, He pointed his stick once again absent-mindedly. 'The virgin always lives'

"Anyhow if you really want to know...I have some, but hold your horses. That stuff is....in limited stock" 

Placing another marshmallow in his mouth, seemingly skipping the whole camp-fire experience, Ryan seemed rather entranced by another marshmallow he held in his hand. As if the marshmallow was the most interesting object in the entire universe.