Mary looked up at the gazebo that she'd spotted. It was all so picturesque. She did her best not to think about the fact that it still felt they were in one of the old movies that she'd loved as a kid. Then again, if they were in one of those kinds of movie, there would be some big declaration of love or at least a kiss under that gazebo. Not trying to deal with sleeping on the benches in shifts while clutching guns and hoping that the monsters didn't come for them.
Truthfully, she was more comfortable with the second scenario than the first. She gave Johnny a brief smile and then led the way toward the small structure. She'd ignored the dirty looks she'd gotten from riding the bike like any sane person was supposed to, though now that they were away from any people she looked over at Johnny.
"I'm pretty sure that the people here would be more comfortable if I started riding your bike side-saddle."
Of course, she knew that the truth was that nobody would be comfortable unless she wasn't riding the bike at all. And there was no way in hell that was going to happen just to please some nuts who were still stuck in the 40s.
"So, I hope you like peanut butter and honey. I figured we were better off getting things that could keep outside of a fridge."
She was at least glad that she'd found sliced bread. There was a brief moment where she'd doubted herself as to when sliced bread had become a thing, but clearly whenever that was was before the decade that this planet was currently stuck on.