>"Okay, we are not letting shit pile up like that again," Midnight groans from the back seat area as the truck crawls through the familiar dirt trails.
"I know. You've declared that order about four times now."
>"To make sure you understand that can't happen ever again."
"Oh! Okay, I think I understand now, it's-"
>"I'm not letting you go any further with the sarcastic response that's being set up."
>"Aww, what if it was a good one?" Starla suggests from the passenger seat, turning to face her friend.
>No, her sister.
>You keep reminding yourself of that because it's so damn sweet.
>Nonetheless, Midnight lacks any sort of enthusiasm from Starla's protest, offering an utterly emotionless stare reflected back to you via the rearview mirror.
>"It would not have been good," she finally states after a moment of silence. "Anyway, where are we going?"
"Out in the junkyard to work."
>Midnight sighs in time with Starla's snort of mild amusement.
"You didn't let me finish my comment, so I had to resort to that lame answer."
"That sounded sarcastic."
>"Nothing gets by you, does it?"
"Don't ask my elementary school soccer team that, let's keep up the facade, shall we?"
>You turn your head briefly to catch Midnight's facial expression in the flesh, rather than reflection.
>Evidently she was waiting for that, as on cue, she rolls her eyes and snorts in feigned annoyance.
>"Really though - we're almost at the back of the yard. Foreign car?"
>Rather than give her an answer, you shake your head while facing the direction you're driving again.
>"That's it? Just a no?"
>Just to drive her even more mad, you nod your head.
>"So, you keep foreign car parts, too? I didn't know that," Starla comments.
>"A little bit. It's not exactly an expansive collection like the domestic makes out here - and it's a mixed hodgepodge."
"There's traces of organization," you protest.
>"If you squint really hard and tilt your head a certain way."
"Exactly. But no, we're going for the orphaned American manufacturer section."
>"I think Teddy told me Oldsmobile is no longer around when he brought the Cutlass home - but don't you have those in with the other GM makes?"
"Yeah, I try to keep makes from larger conglomerates together, like Pontiac and Olds with GM, Mercury with Ford, Plymouth with Mopar - you get it," you answer, trailing off. "Back here is stuff that's its own thing, separate from what we know as the Big Three."
>You pause a moment, backtracking in your mind what you just said.
"At least initially separate. Buyouts happen, brands get killed or retained depending on needs," you clarify. "I only add that because that's basically the story of what we're looking for today - need some interior trim for a '64 Rambler American, and working gauges out of a '71 AMC Matador."
>"Ooh, two brands I've never even heard of before," Starla gasps, clapping her front hooves together with anticipation.
>"Actually, I think they're the same manufacturer," Midnight interjects.