“We came to Fessas for marshmallows?” Winter asked incredulously. “If you’d sell your soul for them, I supposed they were important enough.” She blinked up at him. “You do know what they are, right?” “Your little friend said they are small, white, soft and sweet, so I suppose it is some sort of animal. Perhaps a small cat?” Winter threw her head back and laughed. “No, it is something you eat.” “If you think they taste good, I don’t see why it should stop us.” “Az, they are sweets. No cats involved.” He frowned to himself. “I see.”
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