[She looks over a moment, considering that.] ...Mm. Yeah. Like that. When you are lonely and despair, nothing is right... Colors are too dark, the light is gone. Food tastes bad. Nothing is right.

But then... When things go right again, they go really right. Things are bright, happy. [She looks around the festival, expression neutral, almost bored or cold.] ..For short time, maybe...

Still, yes. Food tastes better when shared with friends and family. Suppose it is because there is joy, and joy makes everything more.