"...I’ll see what I can find,” Genesis says, casting a deeply skeptical glance over her shoulder as she hurries off to the farmhouse. Goma stares sidelong at Sanctuary as Genesis leaves, as if she expects some kind of explanation.
“Hey… we’re on neutral ground, here. Pointless wars don’t rule who we love,” Sanctuary says, turning back into the caravan. He eagerly tries to push past the fallout of that awkward interaction. “Uh…you okay? You–”
“She forgot the squash,” Goma interrupts.
Sanctuary leans back out the window to confirm. The bushel of squash sits in the grass right outside. “...Ah. Damn,” he sighs.
