This is all, clearly, a dream. And probably one brought on by her scarfing down a few bites of Steak Surprise last night in a fit of hunger. Never eat the Meat Food. This adventure, likely, will culminate in a toilet adventure far more unpleasant than this one in a few hours.

For now, though, Aster glides through it, not quite brave enough to actually taste any of the concessions, but curious nonetheless. God, she needs a new job, it's seeping into her subconscious far too much. Still. A side of ribs as a trampoline does have a certain siren call. "I've read about these." She says out loud, not caring if there's anyone to actually to talk to, because why would that matter, in a dream. "Is it, do you think, still polite to take off your shoes?"

Her feet would get so sticky.