[Her laughter rings out through the van, as he crawls back to join her. Passing joints back and forth to get high together is an easy routine for them now, as much a part of their routine as a couple as anything else. She takes a hit before letting him have it, and leans over to rest her head against his arm.]

We should start hanging pictures back here. [She notes as her eyes are focused on the sides of the van.]

Of us, I mean. We've taken so many.

[Leaving him to enjoy smoking alone for a minute, she leaves his side and goes up to the front of the van. She opens the glovebox and digs around, pulling out a little bag. Inside are the more risque and downright pornographic pictures they've taken on her camera. She dumps them out when she joins him on their makeshift bed.]

No one else comes back here but us. [She points out as she takes the joint from him.] We should pick one out to appreciate.