[Normal's boring. While Rikku would probably agree under almost any other circumstances, she can't help but wish she felt a lot more normal right now. At least she's got some confirmation that the way her skin crawls when she thinks about what she's eating (or supposed to think she's eating, because this is some huge, terrible prank, she reminds herself) is one normal thing that's happening right now.]

Yeah, okay, that is good to know. I'm sure ol' Bob would feel better knowing that nobody is really digging his buffet. You don't really think his name was Bob, do you? I'll like, lose it if these bits and pieces somehow have a name.

[That is a downward spiral waiting to happen, so she switches gears, latching on to something her newfound dinner companion has said.]

What makes you not normal?