“I mean, the scarf doesn’t seem better than, like, tearing off some of someone’s shirt, and - I guess the sharp thing was pretty convenient. I totally appreciate it and all of its conveniently stabby ways.”

"The scarf is probably more sterile than someone's shirt would have been, if it did spontaneously manifest from a dream and/or spend several years sitting in a box in a closet not being worn." 

"Especially in the heat wave that's been going around."

“Man, I dunno. I was just, like, making a super generic complaint about our general situation?”

"Super fair."

Zeke walks over to the beet pile, grabs a beet, and attempts to eat it. 

The flesh is tough but sweet, and parts under his teeth if he gnaws at it. 

Edie's is already half gone.

He bets he can still finish his beet before she can finish her beet! Being competitive about tiny tasks is super silly but also super fun. Om nom nom.

Since she has no idea that they're competing, he manages it. 

Zeke thereafter continues eating beets at a more reasonable pace, content in his victory.

Eventually everyone has eaten the maximum reasonable amount of beets. Edie starts stuffing more into whatever pockets are available. 

“So, uh, through the frosted glass door of doom?”

"Of doom? So far there's nothing to indicate it's any doomier than anything else in this place." 

“This place has a pretty high overall doom quotient? Over there is the courtyard of doom. Up there is the sky of doom. I just had several doom-beets.”

"--You know, given that apparently we fell, I'm not actually sure how doom-y the sky is." 

“Dunno how important that is.”

"Dunno." 

She peers up at the sky. 

... Zeke, too, peers up at the sky.

There is a single star.

“Uh.”

"I...don't know what to make of that." 

“- okay, so, uh, second try: through the frosted glass door of not-more-than-ambient-doom?”

"Yeah," she says, and strides toward the glass door, swinging it open easily. 

Zeke follows her in! What else is he supposed to do, awkwardly stand outside the doorway and juggle beets?

"...Some kind of office."