Jane tried to take in Oskar's description of the<i>television</i>as well as she could. It was hard to follow, and she decided to chalk it up to magic until she came to terms with it. She sat back on the couch and stared at the culinary trash heap as it was created. Her stomach was rumbling at this point.<br/><br/>"Do you... have anything to eat? Something without tomatoes," she made a face at the television. "I'm not sure why you'd want to put a poisonous plant on your food, but I'll pass on that."<br/><br/>Realizing her question might be thought of as rude, she rallied. "I mean, I can go back out to the woods and bring something down, if... if you don't. You don't have to feed me. It's okay."