The pluralization stirs a few vague memories hunched in the back of her mind. "I think… this has happened before," she says, though not with a whole lot of certainty. "Dreams with a bunch of people in them, I mean." She remembers an overlarge bee with sudden clarity, and she's sure she met - or at least saw - more than one person in that dream. "Maybe there's some kind of recurring group thing."

And wouldn't that just be spartan? The thought of sharing her dreams with just one other person is enough to put her nose out of joint, let alone the thought of sharing a dreamscape with everyone and their carthaginian dog. Sighing, she goes back to rifling through her basket - carefully, so the boat doesn't rock too much. The faint, mirrored glow from above and below would probably be enough to see by even without vampire vision, but it's also dark enough that she can just barely make out the golden lacework of the light-web beneath her skin. It's a little surprising when she finds her own cookies in the basket, because it's not as if she packed it herself, but she's not going to complain that the dream's giving her good stuff instead of some substandard mass-produced swill.

"Want a cookie?" she offers before considering how she can get it to him. Tossing it in the general direction of his mouth seems rude.