Kiley merely shrugged, a soft chuckle escaping her. Chase was cool, and she'd be okay with it if he and Marco got along. They didn't have to be friends, but there didn't need to be any animosity either. And look at her, trying to be all mature and shit.
The cup he pushed away with his shoe rolled toward her foot, so she set her shoe on top of it and began to roll it back and forth. "I've never made marshmallows before, so I couldn't tell you how they make them. Maybe Jack would know. When he's sober," she added, sparing the house 'chef' a quick glance. "But marshmallow euphoria is totally a thing. Or sugar euphoria. Don't try to tell me differently, because I'll never believe you. You get the rush and then then the crash. It's legit." Kiley kicked the cup away and watched it bounced a few feet from them.
"Being alone isn't a bad thing. I mean, I like being around people, but I also like being alone. Sometimes you just need..." She lifted her arms and mimicked a wide bubble over her head and around her. "...space. I don't see why you can't have it both ways, as long as other people respect it." Kiley dropped her hands to her lap. "You'll probably mess it up," she agreed. "But so will I. So will most people. People fuck up. And it's like, when you're trying not to fuck up, that's when you really fuck up. I can never tell if that's just humans in general, or just me. Anyway, it seems like you're doing okay. You've got people here, right?"