The taste of it is close enough to home that it brings a bout of nostalgia, though she no longer knows what she longs for. What was real and what wasn't. She closes her eyes briefly all the same, because, you know.

Cheese.

Emilia grows quiet at the mention of Ray, remembering their first conversation about him. She'd noticed the wedding rings Allison still wears on a necklace. She thinks Allison has learned the difference here, too.

"What was he like?"