Great answer, Brother Herb! It had both Sage and me on the floor.

Oddly enough,I faced this exact test once when I was much younger. I quietly let my tormentor know that I would opt for the two marshmallows later. Then, while he was gone, I purloined the partial bag of marshmallows, built a hatful of fire, trimmed some skewers and roasted the remaining ones which I consumed with glee. Upon the return of my tormenter, I pitched a fit about him not intending to give me any marshmallows, so he went to the store, purchased more and I had even more when he got back.

P.S.: My tormentor went on to complete law school and assumed a position as a judge and then state legislator in Louisiana. As with all such characters in Louisiana, he completed a full prison term for corruption, but I gave him two marshmallows when he got out. As is also the case in Louisiana, he was re-elected to his former seat. I sent him another two marshmallows and voted for his opponent. I figured he had already been skewered enough as had we.