"Everything," Abby says fervently, craning her neck to watch Clarisse searching shit up on her phone. She can type so fast, with both thumbs. Whenever Abby tries to do that she feels like she's just gonna drop the fucking thing, she holds it in one hand and chicken-pecks at the keys with her other index finger, it takes forever.

Still kinda buzzes her out that you can just... have anything you want. Whenever you want. You can get somebody to bring it to you, it's a level of decadence she couldn't have imagined before now. "Get two. And-" she leans over, and jabs the screen that Clarisse is on, "I want that."

Cheesy garlic bread.