"Nah," he answers casually. "Like I said, your mind can influence the dreamspace too, I just made it possible, gave it a little nudge. It doesn't take getting in your head, I just sort of... had you make one for me, basically. Of course, if you hadn't been listening to me, and you'd been thinking very clearly about a pineapple at the time, I'd have suddenly had a pineapple in my hand. Which I suppose would've been nice, actually..."

You know what? He's just going to make a bowl of nicely sliced up pineapple bits with powdered sugar on and start eating. Good idea. "Want some?"