Turnabout is fair play, she supposes, but there's still the ugly little impulse to be like hey, I was dying. What's your excuse? You're gonna live forever with this kid?

But is that even a bad thing? There are worse ways to be than chasing fairytales. She just never expected Joel to buy that far in.

"Good for you," she says. Maybe it's a touch bitter, too: she died convincing him it was real. She presses that down and adds: "She here? She come here with you?"