"I've never had lingonberry," she told him, while trying to get her thoughts in order. She was attempting to put together this world where she thought she'd been meeting with Freyr but now the Freyr she thought she knew had no idea who she was. She bit her bottom lip and tried to work out where to go from there. "My father is Hades, you might know of him. No one ever knows about me, and that's okay. I used to live in a place called the Isles of the Blessed in the Greek underworld, and it was where heroes went to spend their spirit life in paradise. I looked after them, made friends with them. I only left there two years ago, so this world above is all very new to me. I'm studying at university to try and catch up, but there's a lot of history and a lot of world out there. I've never heard of things that can steal people's faces, but I've never heard of a lot of things." She fidgeted with the sleeve of her cardigan. "That's all things you- the other you- knew about me before."