[Aoi tries to say, 'It's great' through the oozing, burny goodness, but it comes out more like purposeful groaning. But groans of assent. Yeah, there's bits of charred marshmallow skin in there, and the melted sugar burns its way down his tongue and throat, but no pain, no gain. Least his way doesn't take forever.]
C'mon, you cooking it, or waiting for it to die of old age? [He's teasing. It's not sentient, Duster. Don't freak out.]
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C'mon, you cooking it, or waiting for it to die of old age? [He's teasing. It's not sentient, Duster. Don't freak out.]