Oh, yes. There was definitely a blank stare at that question. Marisol had thought she had cleverly sidestepped that subject but it was not to be. Giving a little yawn, she stretched her neck to one side.

"It's no-" She started to answer before her eyes trailed to the basket of baked goods. "-Oh look! This one has some kind of filling in it!"

It was another attempt to direct attention elsewhere. Things were going so well, she didn't want to have to admit that she was equally clueless about this as he was- nor did she want to make up a story on how she bent this world's magic to her whims because then Crowley would want her to help get him home.