You remember that your mother always told you that magical creatures such as yourself should avoid LSD. Knowing now that this is all a bad trip, you use the bonfire to melt all the marshmallows, ignoring the giant pile of fluff in one corner, watching the swirl and glitter of the toasting surface until you can walk out of the corner and back into the bar.
just a random test
My mother also told me that I should eat my vegetables.