[ It's a bittersweet consolation, the knowledge that Waverly would've tried to help if she'd even been aware of Wynonna's sticky dream predicament — and now, with both of them here, she's definitely closer to the theory that the rest of Team Earp may not even know they're stuck somewhere between sleep and waking. Even the news that Waverly's been brought in from a different time is a little confusing, but it's not the first instance she's heard of that happening here; she thinks back to the conversation she'd had with Jack, about how he'd been pulled in from a future that Sam and Dean haven't even lived through yet, but that's an even more extreme example than this is.

From the sound of things, she and Waverly have got a few months separating them, months in which Wynonna had tried to push through grieving Alice's loss, struggled to kick her own ass back into shape, tried to cope in any way she knew how — which turned out to be a lot of trips to Pussy Willows, as it turned out. Months in which she knew Mama Earp was locked away, safe from ever being able to hurt them, while Waverly remained unaware of exactly how close their mother resided. ]

Yeah, I've kinda been operating under the one-day-at-a-time approach, 'cause, uh, this town likes to throw a bunch of random shit our way. But if there's anyone who knows a thing or two about dealing with weird, it's us, right?

[ Said while she reaches out to take another one of those fries too, trying to console herself with some salty goodness — even though said fries are starting to veer more towards soggy disappointment now. ]

Seriously? Well, maybe you can try putting some pep in your step with the goods actually covered this time. [ Oh, yeah. Don't think she's forgotten walking in on that, a memory that is now permanently singed on the inside of her eyelids. ]