"God, what the hell is this place. This has got to be some weird ass dream, right?"

But all her dreams lately are...well, a much different flavour than this. She's pretty sure her mind wouldn't conjure up some weird shit in a box surrounded by cobwebs. Though maybe it would, with her annoyance at not finding any fucking weapons in the town.

So she pushes the lid all the way open and reaches in to take the knife first. It's going to suck when this is a dream and she wakes up sans knife, she thinks, but for now it'll have to do. She considers leaving the bowl, because what does she need that for? But she sets the candle down there on the table next to the chest and picks the bowl up to examine it.