"Oh, goody," Savannah replied weakly in response to the BRAT diet. Actually, her reply was more in response to the mention of the different types of sick Savannah might appear to be. Her stomach already felt unhappy at the very mention of food; imagining being seasick or poisoned certainly didn't make her anymore hungry.
Rubber chicken? Savannah's eyebrows rose slightly. Now, that was the strangest thing she had ever heard. She took a moment to attempt to decide whether it was meant to be funny or not, but she soon abandoned her efforts with a sigh. "I'll try." That was the best she could do right now...and probably all the further she would get, she added to herself glumly.