[It takes her a moment to catch onto what's happened. Sally's never been the cool, exciting sister and the Owens women have always existed on the outside of the town. And then there were the kids, the new battles that were mostly the same as the old ones. She's used to always being just a little behind- not slower, but not included. Not on the same page.

Maybe that's the reason that once she places it, the smile she wears is fond.
Nancy and Steve huh? Maybe siblings?

She pushes her beak up onto her head and Sally reaches on to adjust a stray strand of hair, to smooth it back along her temple.]

Ice cream huh? That's not really traditional. But those flavors sound like trick or treat.

How strange are we talking?