The kiss already has Sizhui upturning, a wide grin brightening his features outright whenever Zhuque's hand settles atop his. From his peripheral, he sees that marshmallow alight, gasps softly in surprise, though as he instinctively leans to help, Zhuque's already snuffed the flame.

He deflates with relief, laughs and nods, “Yes, it'll do great. A little singed is far better than completely charred.” Then he gestures toward the nearby chocolate bars and graham crackers, releasing Zhuque's arm to offer that hand. “I can hold your marshmallow for you if needed, but now you'll need two crackers and a square of the chocolate bar to squish together on either side of it.”