Honestly, mess aside, the s'more isn't terrible. There's not enough cracker to make up for the marshmallow's sweetness, and she has to eat it before the chocolate can melt and make the situation any worse, but Sheena would take this over eating an unpeeled orange any day.

She's not expecting Zelos to just reach out and take hold of her face, though. "Hey," she starts, uncertain, though she doesn't fight it for the moment, letting him tilt her head. She can guess what this is probably about, but her face heats up a little in embarrassment anyway. And then Lloyd speaks, and the heat spreads into a full blush, scowling. "I'm gonna throw you off the closest mountain as soon as Zelos lets go," she warns him, tugging her face away from his grasp, though not as strongly as she could have. She's mostly joking. Probably.

"But yeah, I have a little elven blood," she continues, with a little shrug. She can't help the trepidation that wells up in her, just for a second, though it passes quickly-- it's not like anyone's given her shit for it in so long, and it's not like anyone here would so much as know why it's weird. "Probably not much, since I'm hopeless with magic. I can see better in the dark, that's all."