[He's not denying it, but if he's not rich, he must be super rich. A millionaire, he has to be, in order to fill his hair with conditioner. But out here, surrounded by empty houses and an open sky, it's a level playing field. She winds up her leg, and kicks a rock on the road as far as it'll go, watching it sail idly through the air.]
How're we going to get food later? No one's opening their doors.
[The rock flies a good several meters before its trajectory is interrupted by the trunk of a tree.]
...Oh. Tree fruit isn't poisonous, right? Just stuff on the ground?
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How're we going to get food later? No one's opening their doors.
[The rock flies a good several meters before its trajectory is interrupted by the trunk of a tree.]
...Oh. Tree fruit isn't poisonous, right? Just stuff on the ground?