"Yeah. People burning, not that pleasant," she deadpans. "But, mm, marshmellows. This is pretty much the best thing I've heard all day- having them, not toasting them over Jake."
"Agreed. We think we've reached our quota with the burning flesh aftertaste, anyway." She masticates the marshmallow and eventually swallows. "We usually keep a bag on hand. They come in very handy. Rapid way to raise bloodsugar, means to quite thoroughly gum up a locking mechanism, emergency wound cautery, or, in the advent of failing inspiration, for beaning off people's heads."
Her eyes slowly take in the already annoyed Principal, and she amends, "Not in class, of course. That would be funny wrong."
"You realize, of course, that now that you've put the idea into my head, I'm going to be daydreaming all day about throwing marshmellows at people," Faith said. "And then, when I do give in, I'm going to be flamethrowered."
Duce grins and points out, "Not if you don't do it in study hall. She only promised flameage for zombies. Speaking of flameage, did you know these innocent little candies become flying, clinging bits of napalm when lit and thrown?" Her eyebrows appear over her glasses as she takes a studied form of innocence, "Or so we read in a science magazine once."
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