Haizea stops in her tracks to process this. It couldn't really be that easy, could it? The Wizard has got to be fucking with her, right? Time to call her bluff. Haizea stalks up to the Wizard, reaches out to snag a single pink marshmallow out of her cup, and pops it in her mouth.

"How do I talk to them?" She asks, and chomps down on the marshmallow.