Zhu Que watches as he skewers the treat and holds it over the fire. He can help with that. The guardian leans forward and makes sure that the fire is stoked and at a steady flame.

"Perhaps we'd be able to take these smores back home when we return."

He pauses in that and frowns a little. When they return, he wouldn't have Sizhui. He would be--Zhu Que shakes his head and reaches over to check on teh crackers and chocolate.