"Okay..." River smiles and tilts her head, thinking. It's such a sweet thing to offer, a moment of pure childhood; if she and Simon ever played twenty questions it was likely along the lines of complex chemical markers and the distance between their favorite stars.

Of course she'll worry. Of course she can't stop, but by the same token she can't quite bring herself to be as distressed over it. It's in her mind, that need to be aware, that need to protect but in her body, her bones, her blood? There's a desire to take root, be still, enjoy the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair and just be.

Contentment is something she's never had many chances for and that, moreso than loosing her telepathic gifts or curses, is what she wants to hold onto now. That is the advantage she'll take.

So. Twenty questions. She wonders if she can get it in three. "Can you eat it?" She knows you, Ned. Gonna have to try harder.