It's weird, I guess. The idea that people just... talk about the shit that happened to them, you know? ( she's trying to imagine somebody like may or ward just sitting down and spilling their emotional guts to total strangers. it's a ridiculous thought. ) People don't do that. I don't know anybody who does that.

( no, skye. normal, well-adjusted people approach holidays or festivities like these with the ability to share with others. they may not choose the absolute worst day of their lives, but they can commiserate with others. they can be open. she can't, though. at least not to this extent, not on demand. so she changes the subject, because that seems like a safe bet. )

But you — you've probably figured something out here, right? Like a good taco joint, or where to freeload wifi, or how to smuggle snacks into a movie theatre...