[well, that's a little different. she absorbs it, and by the end of it she's forgotten that she was even eating any pie in the first place. there's some things in there that seem obvious—don't go die in the desert and all that—but then there's... more interesting things. mysteries, as jaune had put them.]

[she leans forward and thinks on the very idea of leaving this place to begin with. it feels cushy enough here. she's still a little suspicious of things almost inherently, but it doesn't feel like... it doesn't feel like it's a trick. none of this feels like a trick, she realizes as she takes in everything about jaune. the tone, the knowledge—and what feels like absolute sincerity, too. like he's the kind of person who couldn't lie if his life depended on it.]

[once she's gotten the rundown, she does focus on one thing that doesn't quite fit together in her head. (if she thinks about it, she's a little worried she'll start getting that killer headache again like when she'd been wandering over here in the first place.)]

You say most people. Are there some people who didn't make it out of the town putting itself back together like that? 'Cause if there's one thing I know it's that nothing comes free in life, and if all this feels too good to be true... it probably is, you know?

[there would be more gravitas to that sentence if she hadn't taken one of the last few bites of pie she had.]