Once her food is in the bowl, Christine moves to fetch them two spoons before handing one to River. Her hunger is greater than her apprehension of turnips, and she takes a seat at the table, breaking open a roll of brown bread to dip in. The stew is far too hot to just dive right in, so she blows on her now steaming and soaked bread to try that first.

"Where are you and your brother from?" she asks conversationally.