[ She takes it back, drinks, makes a face, then thinks that they could really use some snacks. ]

Be right back.

[ Releasing Nick from the arm around his back, bottle in his possession for the nth time, Cellar hops off the bed to rummage through some drawers. Pretzels and pringles, tossed onto the mattress before she follows suit, have their packages open and placed between where they're sat. Cellar crosses her legs, feet under her thighs. The first chip goes in her mouth. ]

I get it. I know this place isn't exactly paradise, but… I'm not gonna pretend I don't wish my people were here, too.

[ She looks over her shoulder, smiling. ]

I didn't know you and August 've been together that long. That's really cool.