That would make sense, ( sara responds, her attention turning from the aforementioned can sorting by a number of volunteer citizens and locals (and somehow, she's able to tell the difference; natives carry themselves a particular way, she's noticed) to instead glance at gaby, looking like sara should probably be tucking her into bed with the way the quilt takes over her entire space.

it would make sense, if they decided to sort cans by meal. but there's a breath of laughter, and sara adds, ) But everything they do here seems to be ass-backwards so they've probably got some cutesy, nonsensical system going on.