Dormouse and possibly something else as she keeps eating.
[The picnic was pretty nice. Martha had spotted it in the park on her way to practice meditating. She sat and looked at the different cakes and teas. Martha should have known better. She had been forced to talk at the therapy sessions after all. But perhaps it was the day, or the fact that she hadn't heard from Oz in a while. Or maybe it was because she had skipped breakfast. Whatever the reason, Martha picked up a cake and took a bite.]
[And suddenly, things felt just a little fuzzy...]