"Whose bright idea was this anyway?" grumbled Heat as he hopped out of the car. Sometime between second and third grade, it was like he'd woken up and decided he was going to develop a bad attitude, and it had only gotten worse since. Being stuck in the car with Hotshot in the back for six hours hadn't done anything to improve his mood either.
Ember, who was already out and unpacking, rolled her eyes. "We go camping every year, tough guy. Here, carry this," she said, handing off a cooler full of food. Heat took it, though he grumbled about that too. Ember made a point of pretending not to hear him.