[The warm and yeasty taste of the bread, the sweetness of the dark, gooey stuff she'd smeared it with; it all tastes real and good enough that she doesn't bother to question the logistics of it. It's all fictional perhaps, akin to a dream, won't sustain her-- but that hardly matters right now. She closes her eyes and makes a sound that quite clearly conveys her appreciation.]

This is good shit.

[She announces, and swallows. Nods non-committally at 'rain'; perhaps it had been that, but had he told her what she'd experienced had been a hurricane or rainbows she'd have accepted it with the same uncertain acceptance.]

There was definitely a lot of twisting and turning. But if you really want to keep people out you might wanna hold of on the delicious-smelling food, next time.

[Perhaps she'd blundered onto the right path already through sheer good luck at that point, but there's no way of knowing. She reaches for another thick slice of bread.]

And you know what, there were a couple of other unfortunate monstrosities dotted about. Not many, but hunting them down made the trip to that place worthwhile.