She is too engrossed in the LAND DWELLERS. Makes you sick.
PCC: Regular friends instead.
PCC: Remember how I woke up from my nap a while ago.
PCC: Uh...
PCC: 38? NEPETA: :??
PCC: Glubshrug.
PCC: Hell if I know!
PCC: Now you don't dream about Prospit. You have normal dreams!
PCC: Why, if I'm not mistaken, you are asleep. But your dream self died, just like mine, remember?
PCC: Glub glub glub glub glub glub!