Del sniffed at the air - couldn't help the sound her stomach made. When was the last time she ate? Before... before here. Before kinds of people. Did cake count? It all got jumbled in times they weren't really times at all and made her had spin more then it ever did when she correctly remembered not to remember nearly anything at all.

"Cookout." Her Ditto formed a little question mark beside her, adding the inflection she forgotten words needed.