Brenna snorted, digging into her pocket for a cigarillo. "They really don't. No more Clark Gable, no more Ingrid Bergman ... What's so great about High School Musical, anyway?" She held up the cigarillo. "Mind if I light up?" Sometimes she was thoughtful.
"Hank's rather adorable when he gets going. And I guess I can't complain about the internet too much, it's hours of endless entertainment as long as you avoid 4chan. And MySpace. And a whole hell of a lot of other things and I'm totally babbling now."