Fully Magical, Luxury Prison sentence

Fake prison, Fake food, Fake life, Real feelings

Afternoon sun shined from the sea as Janet floated down the shoreline. It never made sense for a prison to have a shoreline, and yet nobody but her was suspicious.

"Hey, Janet?" a soft voice called.
She turned and saw Samil, running behind her.
"Can you, uhh," he was heaving, "slow down?"

Janet looked around. She was indeed a bit too fast to catch up, so she slowed her speed and floated down to Samil. 
"Hello Samil."

"He-hey, Janet. Are you ..alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, ah, I'm floating."

Janet didn't understand the relevance. 

"I mean, you usually float stuff when you're upset, right?"

Was Janet upset? She supposed that she did feel bad, but it was probably the crappy prison food- no, this isn't a prison. 
She has also felt that she had smiled less today, but that could be anything.

Janet employed a shrug, a universal symbol of not knowing, yes or maybe.
Samil chose yes.
"Do you want to talk about it?" his meek voice asked.

Samil was acting like Janet knew why she was feeling like crap. 

She shrugged again, gently floating down the shoreline so Samil could catch up.

"Why are you upset?" he asked.

"I don't know exactly. But probably because Nero.."
Even thinking that, Janet felt worse. Huh, that's probably the reason.
"Yes, because Nero hasn't talked to me the whole day."
Janet tried to talk to him and he ignored her.

"That's awful!" came sympathetic answer, "do you at least have someone else to talk to?"

Janet shook her head.

"Well, do you want to talk to me?"

Janet didn't know how this was supposed to be relevant. But Janet didn't want to hurt Samil's feelings.
"Sure."
And since talking requires a dialogue, Janet begun with a question:
"What do you do in your free time?"

"Oh, you-u know," he said, "I hang out with Cal, I suppose.. and I play volleyball in her team, and I sometimes cook for us and that's fun but you know," he waved his hand, "I just don't do that much."

"That's not good."
"Why?"
"People should do stuff."
"Bu- why?"
"Because people turn sad if they don't do stuff. Even I recognized that about myself."

Samil looked worried and asked: "What do you mean by /even/ you?"
Janet took out her notebook and leafed through it. She felt weirdly bad. Embarrassed, maybe. 
But maybe telling Samil the truth would make her feel better? You never know with feelings!

"Identifying feelings is really hard, and it is clear it isn't for others."

The walker just answered with an uncharacteristic shrug: "And so? Didn't you just do it?"
"I analysed the situation, it wasn't a real thing."

"But we all have to start somewhere! And even though emotions are hard for you you are still one of the coolest people I know! You always listen when others tell you something and Janet," he said, eyes sparkling, "you just have this passion about what you love! Watching you fill your notebook is like watching pure exitement. And-"
Samail recoiled a bit, but then kept talking: "and I wish I was so passionate about something."

Samil was nice. His dendancy to help everyone was very admirable.
"Do you want me to help you find something like that?"

"Oh, you don't have to," Samil quickly said, but Janet was already opening his character sheet:
"From the info I have about you, you would probably love cooking. But.. there are so many things you haven't tried! Your power is boiling water so cooking would match /thematically/, but this is a fake prison where would we get the food- unless! we find someone with steady supply of food, maybe from TRADING- wait. Do you want to learn cooking?"

Samil's eyes were pretty wide and he was smiling. Janet supposed that that's good.
"Yeah, I mean, if you're willing to teach!"

"Oh, NO, no, I don't know how to cook either!" 
Janet was walking again, spring to her step. Her life may be fake but her thoughs and feelings sure as hell aren't!
Samil was more held back: "Then how are we supposed to learn how to cook?"

"The same way I have learned almost everything: We do experiments!.. and I know just the person we can get some food from!"