Into the car they go.

And off they zoom.

And once they are flopped somewhat cuddlishly onto the sofa Soph wishes up a nice spread of suitably greasy fast food - burgers and fries and nuggets and soda and milkshakes, mmm.

"You know people used to say my dad looked like Pierce Brosnan?" says Tony.

"I don't remember ever hearing that."

"He used to get it all the time. Especially when he got older."

"When Bella finishes what all she's got planned and Jane comes back she's going to start waking up all the dead people. What do you think you'll do about your parents?"

"I guess they could just - I dunno, do you think they'll come back or just hang out Downside? Most people have to hang out Downside or it'll be ridiculously crowded here."

"Maybe Dad'll come take the company back," he snorts.

"Is there gonna be, like, a huge fight over it at that point because everyone will know that you can be dead-and-not-dead, or...?"

"Nah, I'd let him have it."

"Probably easiest that way."

"Bella's thinking about forking and she's not totally sure her fork will want to merge after. And I don't like thinking about what would happen if she didn't."

"...aww, man," says Tony. He hugs her.

"Like, I don't see either one of them going, 'you can have it, I don't care' about the world," Soph sighs, snuggling up.

"That would pretty well suck," he says, cuddling her.

Snuggle. "You're cuddly," she sighs, and she eats a fry.

"I am! I'm very cuddly. And I'm stealing your fries." He noms one.

"Thief!" giggles Soph. "Nah, you can have all the fries you want."

"You are most welcome, gracious gentlemanly sir."

He sporfles.

She sips her milkshake. She does not slurp; talking over the movie is one thing but slurping over it quite another.