She cranes her neck to look at him through the haze of what little hair she's managed to grow back. She stopped wearing the wig when it got long enough to style in a pixie-like style, messy in all ways and worse for the wear now that she's been drinking and in disarray. "I meant with writing," she clarifies evenly.

Still, she's about to answer, even though she's not sure why. "I don't know. I guess deep down, I just like the idea of something -- someone -- normal. When it comes down to it." It's why she could see herself with Charley and Andy Goode. Still, what she wanted and what she fell into were two different things, always, and she always managed to find a way into the difficult.