[ Her forehead creases because she definitely would have expected this to go a fairy tale route instead, but she's not exactly looking at someone in a never ending sleep here. ]

The stuff in your basket's fine, but if it's free food offered at a party or a fair or whatever, the stuff is either gonna make you hella drunk, or make you do all sorts of weird shit. You should be able to cook your own food and be safe though.

[ ... If only... she knew... ]

Spinning wheels are new, though. Definitely sounds like you got yourself cursed.

[ The conversational tone she's using for this is probably very ill-fitted for the information she's presenting, but this is like talking about the weather after two years. She pushes the door to the comic shop open and goes to head in, hesitating before she keeps holding the door open for her. ]

Just don't touch anything until I say we're open, okay?