Midvalley was happy to see that these people enjoyed his music. Morana seemed like she was pretty into it, for someone who wasn't even sure if she'd heard music before. He was surpised to find himself relaxing this much, considering the company from Asgard, but if anyone could pull off a venture like this it was Jazz.
Looking over at what Dorian was holding, he stopped playing for a moment.
"Oh, hey, yeah, I used to see those around when I was a kid on Gunsmoke. Marshmallows, they're called."
For a moment he remembered his mother giving him some as a child. They hadn't had much money but she had tried to get him little treats now and then. He shook his head slightly before he continued.
"You can roast them over a fire."
He wondered if it was a good idea for a mummy to get too close to fire. Well, Dorian would know. He almost reached for a marshmallow, then hesitated. He wasn't a kid anymore.