"Good." That's decisive, with a small nodded-sideways bobble of her head.

"Good, good. So." There's almost a note of cheek, lightly louder. "I think tomorrow, if we manage to make it through a whole second day and night without killing each other, there should be Frosty's, too. If it's not as long of a drive as this place. What is it about Kansas?"

The last question is really more to the window and the landscape passing them by.[ ]