She moves with absolute silence through the halls, despite her multiple items of dangly jewelry which had chimed softly with her movements near the beginning of their conversation. Now that she's moving stealthily, it somehow doesn't make a sound. She doesn't need magic for that, not with hundreds of years of practice.

"What is ... 'cheddar'?" she whispers back, also not entirely clear on what kind of pastry is made from sour bread. So many things here have been new experiences, most of them the food--or perhaps just the noteworthy ones were the food. Sure, there's a 'television' and 'electricity', but do those really matter in comparison to chocolate? Pian Ran knows which one she'd choose to keep.

She knows perfectly well that she should go first, if she doesn't want them to get caught, as she's almost certainly the sneakier of the two of them, but that's not nearly as entertaining as serving him up for whatever potential opponents might lie in wait. He can go first.