[ Ah yes, this is where he has placed his affections. Bringing up a hand, Derek rubs the heel of his palm against his temple. It's mostly to avoid possibly getting more flour all over him - habit, even if there isn't actually any flour sticking to his fingers - but the gesture serves to ground him rather than wonder what his life has become. ]

At least they're a little bit healthier than store bought, even if they are still a lot of sugar. Do you have any flavor preferences? [ Because he can do flavored marshmallows. He really can. But then he pauses, squinting at him. ] And other food. You need actual food.