Morpheus looked puzzled, then intrigued as she explained. "I admit, I am most unfamiliar with this mortal form. If you are willing..." He offered her his arm. "I would be glad for your company, Lady Fen. I hope you will not find it odd if I am wary or uncertain of what to consume."
His sister often ate mortal food, and it never ceased to puzzle him. But his sister was made of something far more solid than he - Morpheus was a dream, after all, and the waking world had rules that dreams could not obey.