"Mm," came her reply, and she pinched another bit off her muffin. "Then you are far more versed in what I can expect in a town like that. Or are all small, mountainous towns alike?" Celes wondered aloud and looked out the window again at the quickly-passing scenery.

Tree. Tree. Rabbit. Tree. Tree. Tree. Bush. She wondered how quickly time passed. The general rested her elbow on the thin ledge between her and the window, setting her head on her chin.