People were talking and speeches were being made and everyone was milling about, but, as usual, Toby had sort of forgotten to pay any attention. His mind was on the food, mainly, and on getting himself a good giant-worthy pile of supplies for s'mores, so he could spend the rest of tonight essentially gorging himself. That way he didn't hve to think of other things, see? That was the best part about building your own food. Took your focus away from less appealing things.

So while everyone around him was listening and reacting to the speech, curling up under blankets and probably making he most of those last moments before the summer break or before graduating entirely... Toby was busy making the biggest s'more known to man, fully intending to eat the whole thing in one go.

Death by s'more. This was an art form.