"That should be your gauge for who you take to the movies." She pokes a finger forward, an ah-hah moment, then turns her hand and ticks off her points on a second finger. "'Will they sneak in toilet paper with me? Will they sit on opposite ends of the theater? Are they gonna demand the back and make me sit in the front?'" Winter shuts her eyes, nodding sagely and not at all grinning at how funny she thinks she is. "These are r-real important questions, Wy."

Getting a laugh makes her eyes widen—startled, maybe? But pleased. "The whole damn t-town, I think. And Cracker Barrel's Cracker Barrel sounds kinda like where they put the hell portal."