She didn't have to eat. Well, neither did he, so he could understand that. But Del wasn't anything like Carlisle, that was plain to see. She wasn't anything like anything. Honestly, the good doctor was starting to think that this little girl was certifiably insane. "Pretend?" he offered with a raised brow to her question, tilting his head to the side. "Real food is as good as pretend food?"

"Imbroglio," Carlisle repeated. "It's Italian. It means a confused mass," he said, almost to himself. "No thank you," he said politely, waving off the offered food. Now wasn't the time and this wasn't the person to be getting into all that with. "Well. This is called the Underground, as I said," he nodded. "We've been brought here from our worlds, and I'm sorry, but I don't know how to get you home," he confessed, looking sad about it. "But you'll be taken care of here."