"You did it to be a dick." Mick crossed his arms and huffed a little but hell, he couldn't stay too mad. The offer of pie was there so he soon nodded his head and fiddled around in his pocket. "Cherry works just fine for me." He pulled his lighter one and slid along a little so he was lounging against the corner of the bench they picked. He didn't like lighters as much as he liked matches but the lighter was a nice breath of fresh air after all that cold. "Beautiful."

Of course, he was talking to the fire, not Leonard.