"It probably doesn't. My world is a bunch of little tropical islands." He pauses. "Or, uh, a city? Both." Those trees sound pretty cool, though! He wonders if they ended up braiding branches like hair, or if they had little windows.

The offer pulls him out of his reverie. "Food! I can do that. I'm good at that." He pauses, backs up. "Well, okay, I can do like, American and Pinoy, and not real Italian, but I don't need recipes for any of it. I'll trade you, it'll be fun!"