Right?

I was thinking it'd be nice to get on the road again, y'know-- make some s'mores, sleep under the stars, send some 'Wish You Were Here' postcards....

I must've walked under a ladder on my way out of Goldenrod.

That's all I can think of.

_{[She's joking right on back, but he's known her long enough that he can probably still hear an undercurrent of sorrow in her voice.]}