It tastes just like it normally would; slightly sour but sweet, very juicy... It gives me a tingly feeling. Wait, this isn't a kitchen at all!
I'm right here! What's the matter? Why are you sitting on the kitchen floor?
Where am I? I must have teleported or something like that. Help!!! Mother, where are you?
Marie, I think you are sick. You need a doctor.
I was eating the pineapple. Now I can't see the kitchen. I only see a lake and grass...
I could not determine anything. She seems fine, just stressed. There may be some reality to what she told you.
From your perspective, where are we right now? To me, we are in your bedroom.
We are sitting near a lake on the bank. Next to us, there is a large, open field.
Ok. But promise that nothing terrible will happen. One, two, three... It tastes good. WOW! It is really pretty. We have to tell the world about this place! I guess we get back by taking another bite of the pineapple. You go first, Marie.
Mother, please take a bite of the pineapple. We can both live in this world together. I promise.