Luke almost snorted his drink at the scandalised look on Cece's face. "They like making us work for our own shit. The voting system in other countries makes so much more sense, too. The popular vote would have counted in most other democratic countries." But that was a sore point for lots of people. "We shoujld definitely petition for centralised government and our employers to do our taxes for us, though. I'm dreading when I gotta do mine." He tipped his head. "You'd help though, right?" He offered her a grin. "In exchange for a real haunted house experience in AC?"
He hummed contemplatively, wrinkling his nose in disagreement. "I don't know, Cee," he said, nudging her foot under the table with his, "there's a bunch of people here that weren't here a year ago. That's a change. Not all bad; my battery ran out in the grocery store yesterday and one of the newbs saved me from even more embarrassment from a checkout lady who also hasn't been here long, clearly, since she had no idea that I'm deaf."