"I..." Unbasketgirl scrunches her eyes shut and frowns intently. It is a long moment of thought before she says, "The sun. It was up. Now it isn't."
"I think I like the sun," says unbasketgirl in a helpful voice.
"I don't remember that happening," volunteers unbasketgirl after a moment.
"You're named 'lizbeth?" abbreviates unbasketgirl in her peculiar accent.
"Oh." Unbasket girl taps her hands on her knees thoughtfully, then says, "I'm hungry."