"It's Southern California. No matter the name, assume that it's desert and then it might have some additional vegetation, but it's still desert." And this was before the nuclear war; Queen didn't want to see what the 'forest' looked like after everything had been leveled.
"It's not twenty minutes of cleaning, though. You do need to buy and prepare your food for the rest of the week, and going to the supermarket and back will kill a few hours with this many people." Derek snorted. "That's the point. There are no runs, because it's not work. We all go." He had managed to get out of it at the ranch, because he refused to carry their ID, but he had no choice now. "Just imagine all this people at a supermarket, stopping for lunch while we're there, maybe get coffee. Half of your Saturday is shot, if not most of it, but as I said, maybe we can do a few hours on Sunday, maybe go running."
Derek wasn't one to give life lessons. He was as fucked up as they could be, but he still tried in his way. "Use the time to get to know this people. You'll find that there's a lot more to do if you have friends."