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. Something about them being good for me. But at that time, I was at the age that I thought "If it doesn't taste good, it just can't be good for me".