[There is so much to learn, so much that she's never come across before, that sometimes it feels dizzying. It makes her wonder whether all of the other Houses knew about this stuff, whether if you lived on a planet that wasn't a literal tomb, you didn't need to learn so many new things at once, all in one disorientating blow. But whatever-- she guesses that jam refers to the sweet and tasty goodness she'd lathered thickly over the bread, and that venison is some kind of animal-- perhaps whatever smells so good in the oven, the scent that had tantalised her senses and brought her this way to begin with. It's a good enough guess, she thinks.]

Well if you ever need someone to test out your real world creations on - or more of your pretend world ones even - I am willing to offer myself as tribute. You know, for science. A purely selfless act.

[she says, as she enthusiastically plies butter and jam to her second slice of bread.]

And if you're offering, I'm not gonna say no. It was hungry work, finding my way through that twisty tree maze outside.

[Is she hungry? Is hunger real here? She isn't altogether certain, and doesn't particularly care. One doesn't say no when legitimately good and interesting food is being offered.]

I think I could find my way back again. To the taxidermy mutants, I mean. I could draw you a map. Or I could show you, sometime. You know. If you wanted.

[The last part comes out a touch more awkwardly than she'd meant it to. A little less smooth. It's not as though she's ever had occasion to just casually ask someone to hang out with her, before.]