It's been a busy day for Merlin, spent hiking and climbing and scribbling notes into his field guides. Busy enough that he hasn't made it back to the campfire or the s'mores just yet. Passing by on the way to his tent, he turns on his heel at siren call of try my s'mores? and lights up visibly at the dish being offered to him. Armani doesn't have to ask him twice.

He steps over to the Thorntrail with a smile, eyebrows uplifted and already starting to reach for one. "Fancy," he observes, "What's the catch?" Though, given his tone easy tone and his clear intention to take the offered treat, he doesn't seem especially concerned about a catch.