You and Marshmallow are toasted. You can't stop laughing as Marshmallow rants about alien conspiracy theories. The grumbling of your stomach announces the arrival of the munchies. Converstation fades and in a moment your gaze connect. Marshmallow leerily backs away, noticing the yearning in your eyes. Fighting drug-induced fatigue, you start to explain you are not a threat... you would.. never....