Re: Isobel/Alice - Food Table - 7:05 p.m.
Alice was definitely right about one thing -- none of this made any sense. Still, it was food for thought, and for some reason checked off another mental box of things she needed to know in order to recover her memory. One hand unconsciously played with the remnants of the food on her plate, a few strands of hair falling down over her glasses as she glanced downward.
"I guess it's in line with losing your memory," she murmured. "One crazy turn deserves another." Isobel drank more punch, twisting her hand around the cup. "So what have you dreamed, then? You said an Asian deity? You've never been anywhere in Asia, or, I don't know, had a thing for anime in high school?"