"Yeah," she said quietly. Her hands stayed where they were. As for the cake? It was harmless, unless he counted large amounts of calories to be a valid threat. There were reasons, lots of them, for running a bakery. But she doubted he'd really understand them, especially if he's already made up his mind that she was a fool. Being here made her happy, and the smells reminded her of much better times. This was her own little sanctuary, and she hoped it would be as much for the other people here as well.

"To be honest...I'm not really sure what to do anymore. We've searched everywhere for a way out, but they've been really thorough. But even so... Even so..."

Her shoulders wilted. "The cake is fine. Last week, all of the fruit was tainted, and anyone who ate it got changed. So it's okay to be suspicious of food. If you're not sure, I'll eat a bite too."