So, she couldn't trust her eyes...And whatever she *imagined* became reality? For a moment, Charlotte toyed with the fantasy of, mmmm, some handsome, hulking minotaur she could *plunder*- And shook her head, *hard*, forcing the thought down! What if...<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, *then* reached for the fruit- Or where they *had* been. Her senses couldn't be distorted if she couldn't *see*, right?