Marco did his best to keep the additional marshmallows from falling out of his mug, but with his cup already stuffed, he ended up taking Erran's offering in his now free hand, even with some of them being melted and warm and wet. He just held them as he started towards Erran's bright orange couch, but stopped and swung around. Not because of the marshmallows.
"Hey! Did you get my jar?" he wondered. "I mean, I'm good, I got a bunch of shit to tell you, but, uh, I left you a calm jar, outside your door a couple days ago, and it was orange like your couch. You got it, right?" He took a moment to bite into the glob of warm marshmallows in his hand, before looking around for a napkin or something to keep from getting the remaining sticky snacks on the furniture.