[She huffs a small laugh and shifts to get more comfortable on the ground, leaning back on her hands and sticking her legs out in front of her while being mindful of his drawings.]

Honestly, I kind of stopped trying to figure that part out. Like, even if I guessed the right answer, there's no way to prove it, right? It's way easier to accept it as it is.

[It is what it is, as the kids will say someday in the future.]

It's like how the weather is always perfect and the moon is always full. Stuff's weird, but there's nothing we can do about it. At least, not until we figure out who the guys are that dumped us here in the first place.