"I think... it tastes nice." She smiled more, before eating a bit more of it. "Plus... you... made... it. That... makes... it special... when.... a... friend makes... food... for... another. Right?"

Alisa thought of Mary as a friend. She brought her food, came to check in on her, even got her some clothes to wear. So that must mean she was a friend!

Her intelligence was slightly there, but still childish. When she described West Side Story, it was the description the announcer gave earlier. If she understood what she said about West Side Story could be up for debate. But it really did not matter, she appeared content and happy.

"Mary? Can... I ask... a... question?"