[Comparatively, the sun to her is blinding; she has to bury herself in her hood for a few moments while her eyes adjust, making a groan of discomfort.]

Well, that sounds pretty positive coming from you.

[Though perhaps he has a point there. As long as the length didn't put him off, then it seems everything went according to plan. She can kind of get behind the author's worldview, too; the idea of the human experience being defined by what the individual chooses it to be. To some extent, at least.]

It met my expectations. I'd call it quite clever, actually, to take such a seemingly silly scenario like "three people trapped in a room after death" and inject the kinds of questions into it that it did. And with such brevity, too.

[Once she's no longer at risk for being blinded by the sun, she emerges again like a turtle coming out of its shell, just with the protective hood still up. The sun is not as high now, but no less powerful than before.]

So! Dinner? Are you hungry?

[Looking at him expectantly. If he's not, then she definitely is, though it's something she'll have to approach a little more tactfully than just blurting it out at the table... right?]