Keep any jokes about red hoods and wolves to yourself, and we might well survive the morning, Mr. Brando.

[She keeps her chin tipped up, her posture and air proud as anything, but he's right: she is stepping closer. That being said, the deeper they step into the woods, the closer she walks, both to him and Silver Bullet.]

Show me where you've camped, and how much better you are at cooking. I haven't had breakfast.