[ The whole "you're dead and I can't deal with it" conversation is still very much pending, but he makes Julia so happy just by being there that she doesn't want to think about it. ]

Ever heard of secret ingredients? [ She snorts at her own suggestion. ] I know, I know.

I swear to whatever god is watching this shitshow, someone hoarding the fucking smokes somewhere, and I'm going to find them and kill them.