She nodded. "When cold and snowing, was offered. Is nice. Is... defective?" She shook her head. That didn't sound quite right. "No. Wrong word. Detective. Not sure what is. But is nice. Still," Firekeeper said, jerking her head to indicate the trees and grass of the park, "need this. Feels right. Is you still in park?"
She wrinkled her nose at the bright pink blob half-eaten in her hand. "Do not know. She say is 'cotton candy' but cotton not taste sweet, and does not melt. Is like if sugar made of foam. Melts. Too sweet." She held it out towards him, brown eyes wide. "Can have? See if you want. If I had tried, I probably would not want. Do not like sweet very much."