You bet. Did I beat the pizza here? ( she asks over her shoulder as she waltzes on in and flops down on laurel's couch. considering she doesn't smell it, she's assuming that it's a yes. )
Thank god. ( sara pulls her legs up onto the couch so she can sit cross-legged, taking a sip of her root beer and then setting the bottle down in the little nest her legs have created. )
I'm trying to get my fill of actual, real food before I have to go back to the fabricated stuff on the Waverider.
( sara sobers a little at that, lets the small smile threatening the corners of her mouth take its rightful place. )
Yeah.
— Yeah, that'd be nice. Maybe once we finally get out of here ...
( she lets that thought linger; look who's finally stopped being so skeptical of everything, be it this city, her incentive, multiple earths... if what the representatives have told them is true, laurel will be alive when sara returns to their world.
traveling through time with her sister sounds pretty damn great. )