"Finally, someone who knows how to do this right," says Wynonna, and plucks the 'mallow off the stick with her fingers despite the not-quite-molten state of its gooey insides, which she licks off her left thumb and forefinger while holding her right hand out for the bottle.

"I ate it. Gimme."

She's a tall, slim woman with long dark hair with a casual, confident don't-fuck-with-me stance that could be mistaken for resting-bitch-everything. Her accent is Canadian- somewhere more toward the Western end of the country. Alberta or BC, maybe. Going by how recently her hair has been cut, she's probably a new arrival, still unsure of what exactly is going on.

All the more reason to share the hooch.