"Is that like your actual name? Or one you gave yourself after you found out about the lizard thing?" she asked as she took his hand. The sloppy style didn't really bother her. It was closer to what she was used to seeing. He didn't smell or look greasy, so that was a plus. Everyone else's sense of style was very different. It wasn't like her sense of style was very common place, but the make-up wasn't nearly as clean as it was before and definitely a lot more shiny. Seeing him dressed like this was actually a comfort.
"Mmmm, not really, but can't go wrong with a classic like spaghetti." It was a hard dish to fuck up. "And I usually use the dry pasta from the box." When you had siblings to care for when your mom worked and your step-dad was worthless, you did the best you could with what you had. "Depending on how long we're stuck here, I bet we could figure out how to make it." If there was nothing better to do. "It involves dough, tho. So we'd probably have to start way earlier than now. Usually that stuff has to rise or something."