“Our moms would've gotten along so great that you and me would've been trying to plot ways on how to get them to not be such great friends,” Maddie contributed with an emphatic nod. “Combine the 'no dessert' threat with 'no tv/internet/phone' threats and they would've made an unstoppable mom duo. It would've been awesome and annoying at the same time.” She laughed.
When Caitie started in on her grossness, Maddie stopped eating and scowled at her friend. “Ew.” Was all she really needed to say at this point. Caitie knew Maddie's aversion to talking about gross bodily fluids like that.
Nodding her understanding, she said, “Probably. It got too hot sometimes. I still prefer the heat to the cold, though.” Although Caitie's threats back during the summer had been amusing. At least with the looks on passerby's faces whenever they heard talk of someone streaking. Maddie smirked, but then her eyes averted to one side when the mental image came to her of Caitie actually going through with her pantsless threat. Awkward.
“And it brought us both to New York,” she tacked on. There were a lot of things Maddie missed about pre-zombie days and, given the option, she would've given up the friends she'd made at Sing Sing, even Caitie, if it meant she could have that life back. However, since reality didn't work that way, Maddie was eternally grateful for the people she'd met, the people who were in her life, helping her stay sane and getting through one day to the next. It was a much deeper thought process than she was known for, but it was true. “You never know. You might've. There's people here in New York still alive and kicking. Probably a ton in LA too.”
“What is your normal color, anyway?” Maybe she'd asked before, maybe she hadn't. With her attention span the way it was, her memory wasn't all that reliable. Part of her didn't want to know – it was like one of those mystery things that pop culture used to be known for. Taking something simple, like someone's fake name or age or gender, and keeping people guessing about it.