"You're welcome." Of course, Parthenope was always considerate. She'd been brought up to be.
Aha. There. That got her. She should have led with the marshmallows. Silly her. "I always have marshmallows, you just never go into the kitchen long enough to find them." What kind of monster would not keep marshmallows in their cupboards? They were delightful.
"Hmm, yes," she agreed. There were definite downsides to legs. "But running is nice. And skipping. Also I rather like socks." She lifted one foot and wiggled her toes inside the fuzzy purple sock on her foot to prove the point.