“So here we are, oft times hubby of mine. Staring at fruit, staring at each other. But mainly the fruit. 3 apples. It was all coming to this.”
And then she stands and picks up the biggest juiciest one that happens to be closest to her and is also more orange than the rest and super humanly hurls it over top of that nearby house and further down into the opening valley beyond. It lands with a plop way way out there (which they don’t see; Wheeler has put away her x-ray eyes for now) but then keeps rolling even more, all the way to the end. “Welp, better see where all this is leading us, dearest. Sink sank sunk, and so on and so on.” And then Newt gets up too and side by side they head toward center point, at least of the closest kind. There’s an even bigger juicer one to come but first things first.