South isn't quite sure what the hell this place is even about. Honestly, she was hoping for booze at this...mingle? Whatever it is. She's just gotten in and settled with the first person she's supposed to talk to, but hell- is she even old enough to drink? She squints, probably not...

"Grapes?" Is grape a fruit? Maybe, probably. Weird question so, whatever, grapes definitely work. "Grapes are good, pineapples aren't bad. Watermelons? Man, I'd probably eat whatever fruit I'm handed."