For a moment, it looks like Wyatt's been found out. Winter tilts her chin up, looking down her nose at him. "Huh. Yeah, I could see it hard finding productions in a place like that." She itches her wig, and then fusses with trying to right it again after knocking it askew. "Um, th—I've never seen it live. They only do one production in Huntington, on H-Halloween night. And it's e-e-eighteen-and-over."

Winter squints. Talking about herself is too hard. "Do they have a Cracker Barrel in Cracker Barrel?"