See, there's your proof. There's no crazy ladies trying to hand you lunch in any afterlife I've heard of.

She thinks the same thing about everybody. There's no social services to call on her, and she looks happy enough about it. The food she gave you doesn't have any cyanide or anything in it, so it's safe, but you're gonna want to get some more before you hit the road. It's three days to the nearest excuse for anywhere.

[Blake's an old hand at this by now.]