[This is a tradition that Geordi has actually never taken part in. He's been handed a stick with a marshmallow on it, and he's just sort of staring at it while rotating it between his fingers. It's an odd thing, because what? Why is it on a stick?]
...Odd, but I guess we're supposed to eat it that way? Seems a little unsanitary.
[...Rescue him.]
Later on, option B
[Once Geordi has figured all of that out, he's staring contemplatively into the fire, the light reflecting off his visor as he mulls over the last few days. Frowning to himself, he concentrates, trying out this supposed power of his...and after a moment his right hand begins to glow slightly. Greenish light ripples down his arm and he stares at it.
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...Odd, but I guess we're supposed to eat it that way? Seems a little unsanitary.
[...Rescue him.]
Later on, option B
[Once Geordi has figured all of that out, he's staring contemplatively into the fire, the light reflecting off his visor as he mulls over the last few days. Frowning to himself, he concentrates, trying out this supposed power of his...and after a moment his right hand begins to glow slightly. Greenish light ripples down his arm and he stares at it.
Dumbfounded...]
That shouldn't be possible.