Ellie just smiles. Stuff like that she doesn't except there'll ever be an answer for. "Maybe the fun is trying to figure it out. Like a brainteaser that you'll get different answers for every hour, and none of them will be real answers."

Hah. Good. "I'm glad to hear it. I'm holding you to that as your first definitely-not-a-lie. This is crucial stuff." Super crucial, obviously.

Somehow, Ellie can't quite curb her desire to try and be cool after all that emotion. Damn pride, again. She pinches the shirt she is wearing at the shoulder (just a simple thing, Ellie indulging the opportunity to get new clothes for the first time in ages, even if she can't break the easily camoflaged habit). "Do I look fat in this?"

So dry. So so dry.