[Oona crouches as she gathers a couple balloons at her feet, brow furrowed.] Oh. Hmm...

[Oona is used to just taking things she wants, never really bothering with the idea of 'wait and see if I still want it,' or putting it off. There's nothing she can think of that she actually wants or needs.

She props her chin up with her hand, elbow resting on her knee.]

I do not know. The things I want--to see ocean, to learn as much as I can--they are not things so easily given.

Hmm... Oh! I want a dinner! A fancy dinner! I will never say no to food!

Namur, can you cook?