Raising his eyebrows, Priestly looked back at Amy with confusion etched on his face. "Fake beaches?" he asked. "How...uh, how exactly does that work...?" he wondered aloud with a huff of a laugh. Even when he tried, Priestly couldn't picture what a man-made beach would look like if not a giant sandbox with a swimming pool in it.
When Amy told him she planned to take him up on the offer for the road trip, Priestly's face lit up. "Yeah?" he asked. He'd been dying to go back home to see if it really was different or whether maybe he could just go back to living the life he already had, away from the chaos of the Bible Belt and back on the west coast where he belonged. The idea of having a companion on the trip, though, was infinitely better than going alone, especially if that companion was Amy. Priestly hadn't made many friends so far in this place and he didn't expect that he would. He was loud, obnoxious, and his visage was off-putting. Priestly knew that. It was nice to know that, even in Hicksville, there was still someone who was willing to give him a chance. Something told him it was because she was from Las Vegas. "Awesome. It'll be a fuckin' blast, you'll see. You're gonna love it out there, Ames," he replied animatedly, grinning from ear to ear and nudging her back playfully.