Daisy's pov
The warmth of the bonfire we set chased away the evening chill. It made me feel a little relaxed, and their laughter truly warmed my heart.
We were seated on a blanket that Hannah had brought earlier.
"Okay, okay, Daisy," Gabby said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "What do you call a lazy kangaroo?"
I tilted my head, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. "I don't know, Gabby. What?"
"A pouch potato!" she exclaimed, bursting into giggles.
Hannah scoffed playfully. "Oh, that's terrible, Gabby." Then, with a dramatic flip of her hair, she began, "But I have one. Why don't scientists trust atoms?"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Why?"
"Because they make up everything!"
“That's even more terrible, Hannah!” I laughed.
We burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the qui
