"Oh, yes. I'm like... a messenger-slash-courier type. If any of the higher-ups want messages sent or packages delivered discreetly, I'm their gal." There's an evident tone of pride in her voice as she speaks. She loves what she does, after all.

"It'd be more weird than rude - but either way, I wouldn't recommend asking strangers. Friends are a different story altogether. I'm a fae, by the way. Well, half-fae, half-human. Both parts are important." Ah, the marshmallow looks about done. She pulls it out of the flame, poking at it with a finger, then starts carefully sandwiching it between chocolate and graham crackers. "How about you?"