[Bigby grumbles but a smile appears in spite of himself.]
You would think they were comfortable. You strike me as a pillow type of lady. Let me guess - your bed is probably covered in all sorts of squashy colored pillows.
[He sticks the marshmallow on the end of the poker and places it over the fire.]
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You would think they were comfortable. You strike me as a pillow type of lady. Let me guess - your bed is probably covered in all sorts of squashy colored pillows.
[He sticks the marshmallow on the end of the poker and places it over the fire.]