Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Food; it was an answer Reverie would never have given in a million years, but she found kinship in it nonetheless. It was a simple answer, and she herself enjoyed rather simple things. Like — Dancing, She answered without hesitation, her expression brightening only briefly before she remembered. Then it fell into dismay. But - I can't do that right now. So I'm trying to enjoy other things.
What's your favorite food? Reverie wondered aloud, thinking that she might try again at hunting. Perhaps Moss would appreciate a gift. She seemed... well... kind of unhappy, in general. Maybe that was just her personality, but Reverie thought that even the most dour souls could appreciate a little light in their life. It just had to be — the right kind of light.