"I like rizz." She's probably never going to use it. Probably going to forget about it entirely, but it's fun to say.

"I've had a lot of weird. I suppose I've been handling it." That's putting it mildly, and probably sounds a lot saner than the full truth.

"Why isn't she talking to you?" It's none of her business, it's kind of dumb to feel envious of someone whose mother isn't speaking to him, but that's where she's at right now. "I haven't seen mine in over a year. I don't even think about her every day anymore," she admits, eyeing the offered cigarette like she's worried it might grow teeth and snap at her. Maybe it's been closer to a year and a half. She's still not entirely sure how time worked on the ship.

"She's not very nice." She worries, though, because of what Steve and Eddie have told her. About how her mother's doing. About Hawkins in general, even if she never wants to see it again.

"Do you want to try to find the pumpkins, or just get to the center?"