Huaisang lifts his head toward the familiar voice and face. It's a strange thing meeting him like this when his last memories were from the temple and very different circumstances between them. He smiles, though, as he typically does and he nods when the other asks to join him.

"Do you like them, Zewu Jun?" he asks, perhaps purposefully dancing away from the elephant in the room. He reaches for one of the sticks and with the marshmallow he had, he presses it onto the tip until it feels secure or at least as secure as something as soft as a marshmallow could feel.