[ Hennessy's curiosity is piqued. There's a sad lack of modern Earth foods around here, and though she isn't missing pizza quite as badly as french fries, she is missing it. Never mind that she can dream any food she likes; she'll never entirely let go of Bryde's warning about attempting to sustain oneself on dreams.

She ambles up to the man's table, looking around for the supposed pizza in question. ]

Finally, someone remembers to invent pizza. How many months have we been here before it clicked? Did you manage to enlist some cooks or is your magic food-based?

[ It's a quick barrage of commentary to cover up how actually eager she is to taste something remotely familiar. Better than familiar, probably, because it's been years since she's lived in a city with actively good pizza. ]