Well if Emet-Selch isn't going to eat it, Hythlodaeus will. He picks it up and takes a bite, smirking as more sticky marshmallow gets on his hands.

"A nap? Please, we did not come out here to sleep on the floor." The smore is demolished quickly, and he shrugs as he realises some of the chocolate got on his robes.

"Oh dear... you wouldn't mind cleaning this mess up, would you?" He smiles sweetly at his friend.