Her fingers itch to explore his computer, but she resists. She hopes Bar packed her tablet - she supposes Bar would, Bar is highly sensible most of the time.

"You're the native, I'm following your lead here. Oh, is it near Christmas? I heard there's an avenging spirit that people leave cookies out for as offering so it won't take their children in the night." She reports with a sort of cheerful fascination. "And, um... juice?" Earth juice!