"Y-yeah," she says slowly, blinking at Greta. "I don't know. That was weird."

She feels a bit odd. Something about that did not seem normal. But she's not quite ready to analyze it yet.

"I don't think I've ever sneezed in a dream before," she hazards. "But then again there's a lot of things that happen in these dreams that... you know, wouldn't, usually." And a fair few things she wishes would happen in real life. She clears her throat. "So, uh, what do you want to do? Explore? Find a shady spot?"

It's odd to have a dream with no apparent goal - no objective to be met. Seems like it's been a while. She aims to goddamn enjoy it.