...Oh. She's been here long enough to know that some kind of consequence is a possibility when you die here, but she's yet to actually encounter it somehow. Meg is quiet another moment, then tears another piece of cake off and eats it, concentrating on the textures instead of the flavor now.

"There are pieces that are crunchy, but it's mostly kind of squishy, like you said. It sort of melts on your tongue. And it's really hot."