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"A small town in the middle of nowhere, filled with offputting people who worshiped...darn, what's the name of the thing again? The thing you use in soups and whatnot.." You do weird gestures with your hands, trying to remember.
"What? a spoon?"
"No, not that but the bigger thing!"
"You mean a ladle?"
"YES! God I love you beth! Yes, a ladle." You do a small cheer of victory. Elizabeth seemed to blush for a second when you said you loved her, but of course you didn't notice.
"Wha- Wait! What do you mean a ladle?"
"The weirdest place I've ever been to. A small village in the middle of nowhere, filled with veeery unsettleing, offputting people, who worshipped a ladle."
Elizabeth looks at you for a moment, until she bursts out laughing
"You must be joking, Amelia. You can't possibly-"
"NO, beth, I'm dead serious! It was so weird. They had this somewhat rusty, old ladle that they had created a whole religion around it. And with my luck, I stumbled upon the village, while they were in the middle of preparing their 'holy ceremonial soup'. They had a festival that lasted a whole week! Each nightfall they would gather on the townsquare, where this huge cauldron sat, and they would take these weird vegetables that makes you feel like you're tasting noices. Then they would make the soup, eat the soup and have their leader-God ladle on a pedistal with this red, velvety cushion and they'd pretend the ladle would preach something, and after that they threw a huge bonfire-dance party!"
"I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that. A village full of- Wait a minute. Weird vegetables? And how would you know what they did?"
"I kinda stayed most of the week. In my defence I was curious! The first night I tasted the soup, but I hated the feeling those mushrooms gave me."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing right now! Please, Amelia, tell me they had named the ladle!"
"Oh, that's the best part! Their Gods name was Ladler, child of Ladlerian!"
The crew still had a long way to rescuing Jack, but thankfully you had lived a very eventful life up to this point, so you weren't short on stories about places you'd been, seen and heard of. You hadn't asked what was going on with Elizabeth and Will, but something tells you that she was more than happy about your storytime distractions.