"See, I've never been able to figure that one out either." Lacking morals, Sam said these days. Sam thought that he was lacking a lot. Sam thought he was a mess and a monster and maybe he was. But he could sense that Eleven was next to him, warming up in the car. Warming up a little to him. Who cared about good or bad? He chose what to care about. Who to care about.

"I will get us food at the drive-through." He was positive that she wouldn't make sense of that, so he explained. "It's a place that makes food and you pick it up with your car. Then you eat."

He wondered what food she had even had in her life. "Is there food you like? Did you get good food as a reward?"

Otherwise, he assumed it was still just goo. Whatever it was that he had always gotten. Supposed to increase focus.