Madison had gotten lost in this conversation somewhere. She stared at Lisa while she drawned on about her grandmother - Madison assumed - then blinked down at the table. Now she felt like being mean, and had no real idea why. "You won't. So say hello to the one you do find. Some of us don't even get that."
Nodding, Madison crossed her arms. "Yeah, lobsters. Lots of chowder. Bad weather. Funny accents." Just like home; Canada wasn't the most pleasant of places as far as she remembered.
Madison could tell she had finally gotten to Lisa a little, and she smiled inwardly, pleased with herself. "Maybe you should start thinking of it like that. It's comforting when you're trapped. Like we are." She shrugged at Lisa's question. "Depends on who you ask. Longer than some, not as long as others. I lose count sometimes, but I have that written down somewhere."