That was true enough. A stroke of luck on her part, after a cataclysmic bout of bad luck. Not that she was well acquainted with theme parks herself since the civilizations she was familiar with never got to that stage of development. Fun faires, sure.

The answer seemed to suffice as she didn't question it again. The man was taking it all in stride and calmly so what reason was there to really find doubt in his words?

Tentatively she drew the pastry to her lips, taking a bite. The sugary topping melted in her mouth and triggered a sensation that was foreign to her, her taste buds seeming to spark at the substance that now coated them. "Wow- these are good." In another instant she crinkled her nose trying to decide if she really liked it, or thought it was too sweet. It was almost overpowering in a way. Then Marisol looked to what he was holding which looked more appetizing after the jam was added.

"No- but that poor delivery boy got more than he asked for." Quickly trying to embellish the story to make it more interesting. "They hung him upside down by his ankles on the nearest tree, after dunking him in the river. They didn't cut him down until his superior corrected the mistake."