"...You're right. This is a dream. I shouldn't think too hard about it."

Though it begged the question of that part of her subconscious this babbling riddlesmith could have represented. Oh well-- no detail was too insignificant. She strode around the backside of her drunken visitor, somewhat awkwardly jotting Big Fish? in the margins of her page, tapping the pad of her finger to squeeze out a little more ink.

"Then here's another puzzle: Algae- which feeds on light- growing in a dark cave. What do you think?"

After all, if he kept speaking in spirals, then perhaps she'd eventually find something at the center if she followed it long enough.