It hadn't occurred to Terrence that Quaffle might not like his elf, but Count Ding seemed unfazed. Logically, there was really no reason for the elf to be scared, when he could get away or keep the dog away with a snap of his long fingers.
"Hi, K," Terrence greeted her with a grin, still chuckling.
Count Ding tugged on one of his ears and looked up at her cheerfully, offering the basket of s'mores ingredients he'd prepared. "Ding-a-Ling brought s'mores for Master T and Mistress K!"
Terrence was laughing again, but trying not to show it. He bit his lip hard, but it didn't help at all. "Thank you, Count Ding," he said, taking the basket. "I think we're good now, right Mistress K?"