[Speaking of stopping - Maggie stops near one of the less seedy looking stalls, holding up a beat up shirt. It looked about his size? When did they ever have clothes that didn't come from being looted or stolen from abandoned houses or stores? She couldn't remember the last time that happened.]

Hmm. Your daddy must have his hands full. You keep growin' like that.

[She grins, setting it aside along with their game - for now.]

No wonder you eat so much. Hollow legs.

[Maggie looks about again, sighing almost wistfully. She couldn't believe that they were doing something so normal as looking at food or clothes or just walking around without having to completely look over their shoulders.]

I'm sure it ain't so bad though. The food might grow on me.