Poe remembered this place pretty well -- they'd all shown up here when they'd arrived and had stepped, confused, out of the hotel directly into grass made of green apple straw and into what felt like an endless supply of sweets. They'd eaten enough to make themselves sick later on.
It felt like a long time ago.
But here they were again and this time Poe didn't feel quite as inclined to eat the candies, but he was happy that it was the three of them stepping out to see it again.
"How is anything in this place real?" Poe asked in response, surveying the far off hills and thinking of the chocolate river, and carnival beyond that. "It just is. You wanna look around?"