Giving a facial shrug of half-approval and half being impressed by the fact that someone would even think of the idea, Priestly nodded. "Think it works?" he asked with a small smirk. Probably not for anyone who's seen the real thing, he thought just as Amy remarked that it probably wasn't as much fun as a real beach. "I can't imagine how it could be. I wish I knew how to surf like Trucker. That'd be bad ass," he thought aloud.
Some part of Priestly was certain that he'd go back home and it would be like he never left. Like Kansas was just a bad dream or a figment of his imagination and he'd never really left home. ...like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, he supposed. He didn't want to think about how disappointed he would be if he went back and Beach City Grill really didn't exist; his friends didn't exist. But there was that other part of him that had started to believe everything he was hearing and seeing in Lawrence and he was a little afraid that once he got home, he'd want nothing more than to leave because it wouldn't be home, anymore. "It is," he insisted, pushing away the thought in favor of forcing himself to believe that his doubt was in vain.
Priestly gave Amy a small smile when she yawned and suggested they get some sleep. He stood, then, figuring this was his cue to get lost. "Yeah, probably. I'm kind of a night owl," he admitted, "so if the TV is too loud, let me know. But you should definitely get some sleep," he agreed with her. Taking a few steps toward the door, Priestly paused and looked over at her. "If you need anything...don't hesitate, okay?"