( toge... well, she'll remember that. felicity hums, chin in hands as she pokes some egg with her fork. )

Mm... to "play". The forest- or whatever's controlling it- plucked us all from our worlds to play with it. And it is a very sore loser. It blinded me for a while whenI didn't want to play cards with it, a while back, for example.

... Sometimes people vanish, but... there's not really any telling where they go. We can't pass through the fog unless it lets us, so... we're at a bit of a loss, a lot of times.