"I... wouldn't kick you out of places for it. I'll be honest on that.' She grinned at the squinting, and she realized she hadn't smiled like this in a long time. She felt ... more like home. She would be okay here.

Maybe her destiny was here.

"We'll have a twitter party. We'll be bigger than the 2012 election."

She goes to her toes, hands on his shoulder. They do need to talk about the rampage, but things need to happen. Like a kiss.