Heheh, your master sounds vicious. [Sorry, she can't help but laugh at the thought. It must just be the survivalist, the fighter, within her.] I've never been to a cafe before. I know about them. They're little shops where you drink tea and coffee, and talk with friends. You can even buy pastries that are much too sweet for a person to eat.

[She smiles a little at the thought. So many things she can never experience, and only has memory of through the body she lives in. She's glad to have those memories but they aren't hers. They're just borrowed fragments of a dead woman.]

I wonder if we'll find a cafe here. Not "here" but some place out in wherever we are. It can't all be woodlands and sea, right?