Morana quietly walked behind Dorian while humming a little to herself, an appreciation for the music that Midvalley was playing. It seemed quite sad, but strong, even uplifting in places, as if someone was wanting their dream to come true. She smiled softly as she listened, wondering if she could ask the musician about the sort of sounds he was able to make, almost like magic.
Turning to Dorian, she could blink in slight confusion, tilting her head as the bag was held up in full view, though saying nothing. Instead she just looked rather puzzled. She had never seen such a thing, was it even food?