Hey, Peisinoê could be considerate. For her sister, and other people too if she wasn't distracted or in a bad mood. Or interrupted. It still counted!
Marshmallows were not really part of a balanced diet, especially for them, who did not evolve to digest the type of processed sugar that humans had been eating for so long. Even if it was, she would need to eat actual food. But they both knew the actual incentive for her emerging from her little mad scientist cave, "I do too! I'm just, you know, habitual." The sweater wasn't enough to keep her warm these days, and she shivered as they walked down the hall, worn thin fuzzy socks sliding against hardwood floors as she elbowed her sister lightly.
Oh yes, those were good points, "I do like fuzzy things. Running has its moments, but it seems so inefficient compared to swimming." She grinned at Parthenope's toes giving in to the impulse to poke at them with her own mismatched ones.