[Wow, a centaur. A real, living, talking centaur, with a giant poof of hair on her head. This isn't doing much to challenge Chie's idea that this is a dream, but oh well to that. Watching her try to get into those chairs, she thinks she might give her a hand or two, but odds are she'd just get in the way.]

Wow... nope, there's no centaurs where I'm from. It's all humans all the time, haha, except for the animals.

[Well, there are some strange, inhuman beings where she's from, technically, but the less spoken of them, the better. They're certainly not friendly like most of the people around the feast. Thinking about that, Chie spears a sausage on her fork, but speaks up first before cramming it in her mouth.]

Are you from... here, then? I'm guessing that a lot of people are used to the whole, um, lots of different kinds of people thing.