Phantom Hollow sweet potato pie

Smokestep, then. And a chatty fellow he was. Dune sighed inwardly, wishing he could be rid of this chatterbox and go back to sleep. It seemed he would not be getting a break from this anytime soon, so he blinked his eyes again and readied himself for the long haul of straining to understand what his new acquaintance was saying. Most of what Smokestep said went in one ear and out the other.

A question was posed, though, and Dune finally patched the words together in his head to formulate a response. "Sleep," he said. At least, he had been sleeping, up until this guy had woken him up and started talking his goddamn ear off.