Yeah. Couldn't find any root beer, though. That's the best way to have it.

[in the bag, she will also find what he's pretty sure is the equivalent of soda, since he wasn't about to grab something alcoholic for a ki-young adult. He settles back in the chair while she does, squinting out across the road]

If this place didn't have such a creepy vibe, it'd remind me of some of the towns out where I lived. Minus the desert, too.