Maggie simply stared at the man wide eyed. Something was clearly off. She wasn't entirely sure what it was but he certainly wasn't right. It was almost frightening, if she were to be completely honest even if she'd never admit as much. She could handle herself well enough if he did prove to be a violent sort of crazy person.

And then he was talking about a quill. She looked down at her hand, realizing she'd brought her wand out of her pocket and was holding it carefully though she hadn't pointed it at him in the slightest. She just.. wanted it close in hand. Just in case.

And now fake food? What was wrong with this guy?

"I imagine they do," she responded, warily still, "But no. It's not fake. All of the food you see here is quite edible." And quite tasty if you asked her. But..she wasn't sure how long she wanted to converse with the madman so she didn't say anything any further. Maybe he'd get bored and simply leave.

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