Marshmallows? Okay, if I say that word one more time, slap me. It doesn't even sound real anymore. [ and apparently never did to her new friend. which toni is growing used to in this place -- a lot of people seem to be from an earlier time. ] It's literally just sugar encased in more sugar. And you melt it on a stick. It's delicious actually.
[ she nods gratefully, carefully moving her fingers over the different blankets until she finds one with sort of a southwestern pattern she likes and snatches it. ] This reminds me of the blanket I stole off a wooden Indian. [ which is a good??? memory. sort of. at least that part. ]