Tim nods along, although they appear to be meandering suspiciously away from juicy gossip territory and merely into gentle respite land. A thing they've all earned, no doubt, but not exactly the heed-my-warning Sasha seemed to want to give Tim in regards to the chocolate he was content to mostly ignore in place of nibbling on marshmallows.

Speaking of, he pops one into his mouth whilst making an affronted noise. "Sasha. You wound me. I am a...chaste and wholesome paragon of...Anglican values, my flirting is strictly above board or for gains. Anyway, you assured me this had something to do with not eating the chocolate?"

He offers her the bag of marshmallows instead, as though to entice her to her gossip.