"White things...?" He sniffs at it, and it smells sweet and sugary. Having eaten the foods of this place. "Marshmallows. Sandwich. All right."

This requires some set-up, but eventually, he gets the idea and puts the fluffy white confectionary on the stick. Sitting close to the fire pit, he takes a chance to sit close to him while hovering the stick over the heat to toast it.

Eventually, they made batches of smores sandwich. "I don't like sweet things, but this is actually quite good."