Daine watches him go, tugging at the hem of her shirt for want of something to do with her hands. When he returns with more scrap paper and starts to scribble away, she suppresses a sigh, not really expecting to understand whatever he shows her.

But drawings, it seems, are left alone by whatever mischief the rift is working. She smiles when she realizes what he's asking: food or park? Or both, she supposes.

The morning has been unpleasant enough that she doesn't have much appetite, but she hasn't had breakfast and knows she should try to eat something. A trip to the park sounds more pleasant: at least she gets something from the People when she tries to talk to them. She points to the food and nods, holding up one finger, then points to the park and holds up another: food first, park second?