Ambassador of the ground, indeed. She rubs at her temple, mouth pursed for a moment.

"Those are those pillowy things that get put in warmed chocolate. At the diner. I didn't try it myself, but I've seen it. I highly doubt they'd be sentient under normal circumstances, but magic is magic..."

She sighs.

"Stuff and nonsense. I refuse to believe that's some kind of...ominous sign of future hazards." She is not dealing with marshmallow mischief.