"Well... what would you like? If I'm familiar with it...."

If Kaylin was sensitive to magic within the dream, she'd probably pick up on its use then, as Mallia turned her hand over and opened it, letting out the little black cloth she hadn't just been holding... except it looked almost as though she had? She took it, opened it up, set it down... and as she did, it looked as though it had been closed around an assortment of foods. Fresh berries like the little goblin had offered, a small bread roll that'd been sliced in half to reveal the soft, vaguely steaming pale goodness within... a couple different cookies, some sliced bits of cheeses, some little coin-sized things that had to be tiny pies, with fruits inside, or something vaguely resembling yellow meringue - a whipped quiche? -- and even some smaller bread rolls, turned into bowls for some sort of stew or soup or whatever those were... a miniature feast with far more of a spread than the cloth should've been able to wrap around, to say nothing of fitting in her palm a moment before. There was simply no way.

But, magic or not, it certainly smelled real enough....