She nods, agreeing with his assessment.  Then she catches sight of the pretzel stand.  Heading over towards it she catches a whiff of the cooking dough and her stomach immediately forgives her for trying to feed it the pies.  It grumbles with impatience at the scent of the fillings, the sight of several humans walking away with delicious looking prizes.  She steps into the line, then looks back at Brian.  "So, you said the apple one was the best?"