“What would you even define normal as, anyway?”
Elizabeth stared out of the window at the passing landscape, twining the ends of her hair around her fingers as she thought about the question.
“I guess that the word normal is easy enough to use until you have to consider what it really means.”
“You have never wanted normal as far as a human would define it, and you would be miserable if we were normal by those standards. You thrive on chaos just as much as I do. I think that is what is normal for us.”
“You’re mixing up normal with mundane. I don’t want you to be working a 9-5 office job while I’m at home tending the house with the white picket fence.”
“But you can’t tell me what you do consider normal?”
“Staying home and watching a movie. Going out and watching a movie, without you th
