[ like a dog with a bone, the more Ash wants her to answer, the less inclined Laurie is to do so. in her mind, it's very simple math, because she is, for all intents and purposes, a fucked up child. a grizzled adolescent whose development had been damaged by the psycho who'd tried to kill them in the car. why would he expect her to have fun in any other way than by tormenting him? ]

Well, [ Laurie says, unwilling to commit. ] I wouldn't say that.

[ but god damn if this conversation isn't making her ravenous for pineapple pizza and caramel apples, things they'd never find in the fog unless there were a giant string attached. she shoves some of her hair out of her face and smiles up at Ash. ]

Sorry, stupid me - never asked you what you thought of pineapple on pizza. Let's have it.