[The bag and all of its contents are floated to her gently, and inside she'll find not just the lettuce, but several red apples, a packet of basil, and even some roses.
Dethorned, of course.]

My history...? I have no personal history with the sun.
Aside from cursing its heat while traveling the desert alongside Gold Pig, perhaps.

[The question marks above their head may as well be real instead of metaphorical, here.
They haven't done anything to the sun directly, what sort of history would they have???

(So sorry, Evangeline.)]