[It's later in the day and Rufus has tucked himself away in the corner of the strange greenhouse. He stands before a section of strange plants, but that's not what has his attention. When Dorothy nudges his shoulder, he closes his fingers around a small plush of a forlorn woman that he lowers to his side.]
Foods from the Underworld aren't too different from those of the material world.
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Foods from the Underworld aren't too different from those of the material world.