[The stick she takes, and, with a final check at others around the fire... stabs... the squishy mochi-mallow. Wincing slightly. Why does it seem cruel to stab the fluffy thing when she can skewer chickens and riceballs with no problems???]
Alright- We can do this.
[Plopping her rear down into the dirt and getting situated... she... carefully inserts the stick into the flames.]
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Alright- We can do this.
[Plopping her rear down into the dirt and getting situated... she... carefully inserts the stick into the flames.]