[Her specific choice is endearing, enough to coax a brief crescent smile to lips. Cain leads them without reservation after having learned most of the surrounding area; he won't get them lost. He knows exactly where he is. And if there's anything strange about the setting, he's long adjusted - at least, at a glance.]

Won't have berries. [His own experience with fresh fruits and vegetables if worse than subpar, so he can't know what he's missing.] They're harder to get, I think. But you can grow 'em yourself.

[A short walk takes them to a nearby food vendor selling sweet baked crepe-style desserts with different fillings. Meanwhile, he debates telling Alex the true ingredient in many of the foods items of New Amsterdam.]

What do they taste like, anyway?