For instance, I came home a few weeks ago and smelled fire. This wasn't the "oh-crap-what-did-they-toss-over-the-wall" kind of fire. No. This was the sit-outside-with-a-scarf-and-hot-chocolate-bonfire kind of fire. One of the first cold nights of the season, and my roommates made a bonfire in a wheelbarrow in our backyard. Everything about this was yummy. Especially the hot chocolate.
Granted, the wood that stoked said fire was from a table that they threw off of the roof the night before, but hey - at least they're cleaning up their messes.