[Rosso exhales a relieved sigh and lets his head droop for a moment, obscuring his face in curtains of red hair. God.]

Just let it have the fucking marshmallows. It's a bear. It's never had joy in its life.

[Rosso, what the hell does that mean.]

Not like we don't live in the woods and can't make our own s'mores when I enslave you for your fire-breathing later.

[He... is not leaving the tree. He's hugging this branch like he'll die without it. Meanwhile, Alisha is standing on his back just watching like :D?]