"Yeah. Yesterday, but they're still good." They're still better than good, but they aren't fresh out of the oven, either, and she doesn't want Eliot to get the wrong idea.

And speaking of, she should probably not just stare at him in rapt attention while he tries her food. "So, the whole rift-sensing thing," she says, making a gesture that encompasses Eliot's head, "is that going to fade to background noise, or are you going to need to, uh… relocate?" She's hoping for the former, for his sake - if any part of the island is out of the rift's sphere of influence, she doubts it's a very large part - but if it's the latter, he might need to think about moving again before much longer.