“Puppies are entertained by other things. Of course, I wouldn't want to chew on a lot of the shoes around here, and I've never been a fan of the smell of butt, so I guess being a dog really isn't for me, either.” He shrugged. “I thought it through, but I didn't really cover all the bases. Like the fact that Maddie'd actually have to act on all her streaking talk,” he teased his sister, then wrinkled his nose. “I'm glad you've never actually done that though, For the sake of my eyes.”
Snorting a single, sarcastic laugh and rolling his eyes, Dillon nodded his head. “You'd make a hell of a rapper, Zach. Rapping about medicine and zombies,” he said sarcastically, then turned to look at Maddie. “I'm twenty and pasta is delicious, but that doesn't make it grounds for a good nickname,” he teased his sister. Honestly, he'd always thought that particular nickname was fitting. She'd been obsessed with that particular candy back then.
Dillon shook his head no and groaned. “If we had to do something from a previous time, I'd go with back before the outbreak started, so we could have all the electric stuff. I miss electric stuff.” What they had now was a reasonable facsimile, but it wasn't real electricity, and not enough to power all the stuff he wanted to use. “Both of you are old to me. So there's that,” he glanced at Maddie with a wry grin, wondering how she'd respond to that.
“Accident my foot,” Dillon insisted. “The way you turned and laughed all the way back to cover pretty much proved that to be a lie. And I don't need training. I'm good enough at it.” Not really, but that was kind of a thing.
Dillon shrugged and nodded. “Alright, I guess. Just don't get pissed off at me if I get distracted and start to read a book instead.” He always ended up doing that if they tried to do things in the library. By now, he figured they'd stop suggesting the library for their shenanigans, but they always did.