Corrie gives Grizzy a quick sideways once-over: not in pain, and all of her seems to be there so this probably isn’t a horror movie eating-yourself scenario. She helps herself to the vetted chicken. It tastes normal, and not even pickly - whatever else is going on, they seem to be outside that particular curse.

“When I was a kid I would’ve loved to have a whole circus or amusement park or whatever to myself,” she says, still chewing. It’s too early for manners. “Mostly to myself.”