"A few seconds... I see." He dutifully takes his marshmallow off the flame as it turns golden brown, a little singed on one side somehow.

"Some people are putting theirs with other foods, I see." He looks to his marshmallow. "Should I find something to put this with?" It depends on how Emet-Selch wants to eat his marshmallow too, he supposes. Hythlodaeus isn't fussy, for his part.