"Probably." Rhia picked up another donut, sighing a little.
"But there's not a lot to do here, and I miss my dad and Uncle Owen and Aunt Gwen and Aunt Tosh and Gran and everybody, and I want to go home. But I can't go home, because I can't find the way home, and I'm bored!" She scowled, poking a hole in the donut instead of eating it.