It doesn't, really. But maybe we could save some of the treats they had in the main hall and bring some amount of joy to it. [From what she had deduced earlier, it was impossible to be unhappy when eating cotton candy.]

We also don't have to talk about just that, or that at all. I'm sure there are plenty of other things we can discuss with one another. I would be just as glad to do that as anything else.

[But first, escaping from this mess. She turned around a corner, looked both ways, before opting to turn left at the junction.]