To put it simply, yes; I'm from the future. From my perspective, you're from the distant past—I'm sorry to say that in my time, no records remain of the third millennium. [she gestures to the food table, grinning again] Certainly no records of their formidable culinary prowess.
[she selects a pink anko-filled mochi cake from the tray and takes a bite, making a surprised sound and chewing quickly]
These little confections are remarkable! There's some sort of sweet red paste inside! Like those buns a kind young woman offered to me on my second day. "Manjuu", she called them.