"Hmm...my favorite food would have to be...marshmallows," Lance said, dreamily licking his lips. He could almost feel the soft, white, sugary cube melt on his tongue...Lance quickly stopped himself from drooling and instead devoured the sandwich he had made for himself. "I wish I could have chocolate, but my dad says it'll make you vomit for a few days, and I hate vomiting," Lance shuddered at the thought.