"Fake ID, huh? You should—" Winter pauses, blinking as Wyatt helps her with her wig. It takes a moment to get her going again once she's started, words sort of caught in her mouth and not wanting to leave. Or maybe wanting to leave all at once. "Thank you. Should sneak out and see it sometime, anyway. How else are you gonna get a chance to throw toilet paper in a th-theater?" She shrugs, still undecided on whether or not Wyatt has actually seen Rocky Horror.

Put that pot on the backburner for now, because a weirder topic of conversation has appeared. Winter leans against a cardboard tube painted to look like a steel pillar, arms crossed. "Like, just a Cracker Barrel skeleton? How come? Is it haunted or something?"