"Oh, yeah...." she pauses, looking a little perplexed, then pensive. Then she shrugs it off. "It's no big. There's plenty of good food ahead!" If there's one thing Wismuth has no shortage of, it's choices.

And speaking of food--

"Now c'mon, try it! You gotta eat it, not just look at it. It's gonna get cold!" She's playing at impatience, but she really is in it for the results. She's introduced loads of Carnival newbies to shit over the years, but she can never predict who will react to what, and how. Taste is just too personal and too dependent on invisible factors.

That's what makes it worthwhile, really. No one can make you like a food you don't actually like--not even yourself.