"OOoooooohhhhhhh," Jeremiah tries to hide his smile.<br/><br/>Michael grimaces. "Kid, your mom can eat me all she likes and it wouldn't matter. I died a long time ago. So suck it up. Okay if there are no more questions, go ahead and ger into your positions." Jeremiah sits down on the virtual log. He lights a match and tosses it into the woodpile in the middle of the set. It lights up instantly, warmth slowly creeping in from the new fireplace. "Miles, can you bring the marshmallows over please."