"I don't know how you did this haul so often in the last year." Stepping into Maggie's apartment, Athena dumped her bag and stumbled over to collapse onto the sofa. "How is it that Tennessee feels like a million miles further from L.A. than Chicago does?"
"Well, having to drive hours to the airport in Nashville before even getting on the plane has a lot to do with it. I'm gonna guess by the fact that you're doing a fine impression of a throw blanket on my couch that you would vote for a nap before going out for dinner?"
Throwing an arm over her eyes, Athena considered just passing out right here and skipping food altogether. Then her stomach growled. "Please, God, don't make me people anymore. Can't we just get takeout?"
"Seriously? After months in Eden's Ridge, you're back in a city, with access to every kind of food known to man, and you'd rather stay in? What happened to you, girl? I've never known you to bail on the chance to try new cuisine."