"I could definitely use another set of eyes," Molly replies, nodding in easy agreement, "and some Swedish meatballs. Are they still Swedish if there's no Sweden here?" The question is mostly rhetorical; like so many other things in Darrow, she suspects she'll just have to accept it, that there won't be any sort of answer. At least it's relatively minor this time, rather than more on the existential scale. "I'd ask someone, but I doubt they'd even know."