The Island

Natasha laughed lightly. "Yeah." She smiled, rolling and getting a three, moving to 64.

Easton smiled and rolled, he got a two and moved to 67.

Natasha begged mentally for a high number, getting six she moved to square 70, grinning a little.

Easton was just playing, he rolled and got a four and moved to 71.

Natasha smiled lightly, rolling and getting a two, moving to 72.

Easton rolled and go a three, moving to 74

Natasha rolled three, getting a ladder on 75 she moved up to 87, facing a lot of snakes.

"Ooh, you're in trouble now." Easton teased as he rolled the dice. But he ended up rolling a one and landing on the same square as Natasha.

Natasha laughed lightly, rolling a four, moving to 91, behind a snake.

Easton rolled a three, just behind Merida, he sighed in relief. The game was getting intense.

Natasha held her breath as she rolled, getting three she moved square 94, missing the snake, she allowed herself to breathe.

Easton went through the same action, though he rolled a two, and slid all the way back to 60. "Oh." He said, it looked as though Natasha had won, but he still had enjoyed playing with her.

Natasha managed to get a six, making it to 100, but she seemed surprised. "I won?" She murmured, then gasped with a smile, jumping to her feet. "I won!" She grinned, having never won at anything in her long life.

"you won!" Easton called getting up excitedly.

Natasha hugged him tightly, jumping a little. "I've never won anything before." She smiled, letting go of him, grinning brightly.

Easton was shocked "Really, I thought you were really good at everything." There was the islander thing they just did, instinctively he took her hands in his.

Natasha shook her head with a smile. "No, nothing." She grinned, letting him hold her hands.

"Well I think I just changed that." Easton smiled brightly, he found he actually liked holding Natasha's hands, he rubbed the tops with his thumbs.

Natasha smiled brightly, nodding a little, looking to their hands. "Om.. are you hungry because I can cook something? Maybe we can toast the marshmallows?" She asked, sliding her hands out of his.

Easton snapped back to reality, "Oh, right, marshmellow's, yes, let's have s'mores." Easton stammered.

Natasha nodded with a small smile, getting the marshmallows, walking to him with them and two chopsticks. "I guess we can use these to toast them, their cleaner than sticks." She smiled.

Easton smiled, "Alright, do we have a fire to roast them over?" He had done it a few times over the stove.

Natasha pointed to the fireplace. "Would that be good enough?" he asked, it was fairly big.

Sure.' Easton smiled brightly, sitting down in front of it and making sure to leave room for Natasha.

Natasha smiled, sitting next to him, putting the marshmallow on the end of the chopstick, holding it over the fire. "Your eyes are weird." She smiled once she looked into them.