[Davesprite says nothing else. He focuses instead on roasting the marshmellow, as the realization seems to settle in that wow, yup, he sure is gonna be here a while. Its not terrible, but at the same time it validates a lot of his insecurities.
When the marshmellow is done and he starts to stack the s'more, he's lost most of his appetite.]
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When the marshmellow is done and he starts to stack the s'more, he's lost most of his appetite.]