Lloyd waves his hand in the air a little carelessly, shrugging while biting into a marshmallow he was too lazy to cook this time. "Elves are a race in our world," he says around a mouthful of sticky goop, "they have a collective stick up their asses and live in Heimdall. Better off not having to deal with them, honestly."

Pausing, he sighs a little out of disappointment at himself and his tone, and then straightens up and swallows the marshmallow. "Okay, well, they're not terrible, really. Their society is just like, really fucking strict and has some shit views so I have a grudge against them." A grudge is rather light of a descriptor, given the way his lips curl into a frown as soon as he thinks about Heimdall and Genis and Raine and everything the elves have done to treat the half-elves terribly, but he sticks with it. "They're pretty cool ability wise, though. Have some real good magic stuff and the nightvision thing."