Sunshine hums her understanding - that makes sense. She doesn't tend to frequent that particular area of the park, in part because it's the epicenter of the rift, and she'd prefer to go about her day without otherworldly flotsam dropping on her head. Knowing that some of said flotsam is giant, green, and smash-prone only solidifies her belief that it's an area best avoided.

"Dream stuff?" she repeats, raising her eyebrows. She knows it's his rift power, but she's having a little trouble understanding how it would translate into a job.