After a moment, the teen grabbed a package of oreos off the counter and walked over, sitting across from him. She put the cookies in between them and took one herself, then studied it as she thought about his question. Finally, she looked up and met his eyes.
"Kind of? I mean...I was the first one the manager, Petersen, brought here. Apparently, I'm a favorite of his or something." Dawn paused and shook her head, then continued. "This place doesn't exist on any actual maps. He created it somehow. And he...markets it to people. It's a resort, but not for us. It's a place for other people -normal people with normal lives that don't involve demons or vampires or glee clubs or lightsabers - to come and meet their favorite...characters. Like from books, movies, and TV. I don't know if anyone told you yet? But apparently there's this world where we're all fictional, and that's where the guests come from. He's like some sort of weird god or something, and has all this power, but weird limits too that I don't fully get, but he made this place and brought us all here."
She paused to pop the cookie into her mouth, chew, then wash it down with her soda.