That made sense to Gorgug, the difference in concentration and effort for varying masses. He wonders what the issues would be with living targets, but holds the question as they reach and take a look at the stock. There were extra marshmallows in a bag close by, easy enough, and then drinks in the cooler that Shadow opens to keep them at a good temperature.

Gorgug himself opens one beside his, and--more drinks, of a different variety. Fizzy.

He takes one out as Silver introduces himself, a side glance given. "Gorgug. It's, um, nice to meet people who aren't just human. We already have a lot of humans."

It's not said negatively, no derision there for humans, but--you know, there are a lot of humans around. And neither of these coolers have chocolate, but Gorgug holds up the can he took out, while looking at Shadow's. "You want a drink? You wanna have a look?"

There's more coolers, and Gorgug doesn't doubt they might find chocolate in one of them to keep them from melting. But, also: drinks!