Nia hisses half-heartedly at Lloyd as he wakes her up, and Malos calls: "Hey, Lloyd, don't bother! Cats can't eat chocolate!" to which Nia replies "I'll eat your ass, Malos!" and Malos snickers. He keeps laughing as Lloyd bounds over and starts punching at him, Lloyd's excitement contagious and a nice distraction from whatever the hell Anna's emotions are doing right now.

"Here, Zelos," he says, "probably just be easier if I show you." He plops himself down next to the fire and settles himself into the classic marshmellow roasting position. "Technically, you don't have to roast the marshmellow, but it makes 'em scientifically better." He tosses the bag of marshmellows over to Lloyd while he waits for his to roast. Not that it really takes long. "And when it's nice and brown, you slap it between some chocolate and some crackers and-- There! Perfect S'mores! --hey!"

He doesn't even get to hold up his s'mores triumphantly before Nia's snatched it out of his hands.

"Ha!" she laughs, then takes a bite before Malos can even demand it back. Rude. "Repayment for healing your sorry ass."

"Coulda made your own!" Malos shoots back, then sighs and turns to Zelos. "Anyway, you want me to make you one or do you wanna give it a shot? Making 'em is all part of the experience, I think, but."