[it's a little funny that this man, confident and certain as he gives the impression of, seems entirely too taken aback by something as small and squishy as a marshmallow. she can't help her smile, hiding it away behind a hand as she considers his question.]
It's not a substance. It's a marshmallow.
[within the confines of the horizon, creating things is so easy; just a bit of imagination and a gentle push of her magic for quicker inspiration. in her hands appears now a bag filled with the 'substance' that is marshmallows. the plastic crinkles as she moves it the other way aroundβ]
It is mostly sugar.
[βand opens the package at the top, taking out a light blue one from within.]
They're very sweet, and I have not met a person who dislikes them.
[into her mouth it goes, the taste reminiscent of her past memories of eating some. she offers the open bag to thancred, so he can take one too, as she remains occupied with chewing on the one she took.]
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It's not a substance. It's a marshmallow.
[within the confines of the horizon, creating things is so easy; just a bit of imagination and a gentle push of her magic for quicker inspiration. in her hands appears now a bag filled with the 'substance' that is marshmallows. the plastic crinkles as she moves it the other way aroundβ]
It is mostly sugar.
[βand opens the package at the top, taking out a light blue one from within.]
They're very sweet, and I have not met a person who dislikes them.
[into her mouth it goes, the taste reminiscent of her past memories of eating some. she offers the open bag to thancred, so he can take one too, as she remains occupied with chewing on the one she took.]