Kimiko shrugged because she had no idea, but she reached for Bellara's writing implement and notebook with a silent May I? in her eyes. If allowed, she'd draw a little doodle of a gingerbread man, with his silly icing face and gumdrop buttons. So she'd have a proper mental image to go with her very vague description.

Upon being given her drink, Kimiko immediately took the mug in hand and tipped it to take a deep drink, definitely leaving some foam or whipped cream on the tip of her nose. At the question, she shook her head, then pointed over at the stairs; she'd woken up in a room probably not even an hour ago, same as Bellara.