When Jazz took one marshmallow to give it to Midvalley, Dorian also reached into the bag and got one for Morana. He presented it to her and smiled. He couldn't eat a puff-puff - er, marshmallow, Midvalley had called them - in this condition because of the frailty of his jaw.
So here he was, marshmallows in one hand and a caramel apple in the other, looking like a kid in a candy store. He knew this meant he'd have to change forms, and he knew just the right one who'd enjoy this. Sure, she wouldn't be him, but he would enjoy the sweets vicariously.
"Mmmmorana?" He asked, holding his treats out. "Umm, I nnnneed t-to...change b-bodies. Bring little P-Poppy out. C-C-Can you...uhm...hold thisssss for me?"