[At this point, Davesprite finally pulls a chair near the stove so he can sit, fully preparing to put his feet on the nearest surface where there isn't food or danger of catching his pants on fire. Once he's given the metal rod, he'll take a second to pop the marshmellow on, but if Nill tries to do something similar, he'll playfully parry her attempt with it.
Either way, he's glad to have something sweet to chow down on, so if she happens to look up, she might catch a tiny grin.]
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Either way, he's glad to have something sweet to chow down on, so if she happens to look up, she might catch a tiny grin.]