That was true enough. Ironic, really, that zombies-all-the-time was an easier alternative to zombies-gone-for-two-weeks-then-coming-back. It would be difficult to readjust. Allie smirked at the throwback phrase from their teen years. "Deal," she said.
Allie brushed her finger over her chin thoughtfully. "We haven't been to Castle Clinton in ages. I haven't, at least. They're bound to have forgotten who I am by now." Ollie was right; they needed this. Stealing things was just... hardwired in their brains. Without indulging it once in a while, the more useless they were inclined to feel.
"Ugh, don't even mention those Christmas cards," she grimaced, swatting her hand as if she could banish the memories away. As much as she missed their mother and father, there were still memories from their childhood that Allie preferred not to remember with fondness. "You remember how much I cried the year Daddy dressed us up as a family of snowmen. Even at that age, I knew when I was being humiliated."
Allie shrugged at Ollie's assessment of Lady Bends-a-Lot's talents. Sure, it was impressive and she was a crowd-pleaser, but she wasn't exactly the greatest cook. They really needed to tell her to get out of the kitchen and let someone who knew what they were doing take over. As for Nine-Fingered Eddie, Allie rolled her eyes and made a face, sorry she'd even mentioned that guy.
"Do you think he's still alive?" It wasn't the first time she'd asked after their Uncle, nor would it likely be the last. Allie simply wanted — no, needed — the comfort of knowing that Uncle James was out there somewhere, still alive and searching for them.
She smiled fondly at him and patted his uninjured cheek. "It's good to know you're always looking after our fashion needs."
She shrugged back. In truth, she had wanted to smack him, and maybe even kick him, for all the worry he had caused her, but upon seeing how bloodied he was, Allie had thought better of it. He did deserve to be hit, but she truly didn't want to hurt him.
Returning to her mattress beside Ollie's sleeping back, Allie burrowed under her fur blanket. She reached over and turned the lanterns off. "'Night, Ols. I hope this means there won't be any naughty dreams about Lady Ricardo. Really don't want to wake up and have to tell you to shut up."