"I think that former is the correct term in this case. They don't have the same juice that they used to. Though existentially, maybe you're right."
She rolled her eyes ever so slightly.
"I think that the sooner we get some alcohol, the better. We're way too sober to talk existentialism."
She headed down the chips aisle without asking. She knew full well what sort of snacks he might want, and it fell pretty much in line with what she would want to.
"I'm the one who might get the munchies?" she asked, mock-indignation in her tone. "Well if that's the case, then I suppose I'll just plan to keep whatever we get here to myself."
It was a little surprising as to how easily they'd fallen into the pattern of joking around that she'd gotten used to with her version of Johnny. With the history and everything she'd told him, things should have been more awkward than they were, she thought. The awkwardness was still there at times, but things were also a lot easier than expected. Maybe too easy, because she did find herself forgetting that she couldn't simply grab him for a quick kiss or that she couldn't just intertwine her arm with his. She was glad that she had her hands on the cart because it was easier to keep them busy than to try to remember to keep them to herself when they had such an effortless rapport going at the moment.