Sunshine glances over in time to catch that appreciative whiff, and she smiles faintly in spite of herself. What can she say? It's good to have a fan. But speaking of fans. She starts the milk and chocolate simmering over the stove, then goes to prop open the courtyard door to get a little more air circulating through the room.

"I don't think it gave me anything," she says as she stirs the pan's contents around. "Nothing I've noticed, anyway." And she'd like to think she would have noticed by now. If anything was going to trigger some rift-granted ability, the Giggler probably would have qualified. So she's just going to go ahead and file the possibility of a rift power right alongside the possibility of her being a mad magic cross: highly unlikely, but just possible enough to keep her up at night.

Ugh. Change the subject, Sunshine. "'Maddening'?" she repeats, throwing him a look of concerned confusion. Considering how vivid and weird the dreams are here, being able to control them strikes her as a pretty sweet gig.