[ There was a part of her — a whole big, annoying part of her — that had wanted to sidestep this whole subject, fast-forward until they'd just gotten to the moment where Waverly could've moved in and everything would be fine and officially No Big Deal, but Wynonna knows there's no avoiding the truth when it comes to her sister. Eventually, all of it would've had to come out, and that includes the fact that she's sort of only just agreed to let her maybe kind of boyfriend and his maybe kind of adopted daughter live with her on a maybe kind of permanent basis. ]

No, I know, it's just — what?

[ That's... not at all what this is. Except for the part where it actually is and oh my god she's living out an episode of the Brady Bunch right here in Deerington.

Cue Wynonna looking a leetle overwhelmed by the revelation because she sort of is, because maybe she made the decision to say yes based on the fact that Frank and Laura came as a package deal these days and she was secretly tired of having an empty farmhouse, especially after the town had gone all Purge mode and the house had been brimming over with people who didn't have a safe place to go — but she can't explain all of that to Waverly, not in so many words, so she might just be blinking slowly for a little while before steadying herself with a breath, lifting an index finger in preparation. ]

Okay, in fairness, wait until you see the house. It's huge. Way too big even for all this ass. And secondly — no, God, you're right.

[ She slumps forward against the table, bringing her head to rest against the table with an audible thunk (though thankfully, nowhere close to that dwindling fry pyramid).

Shortly after, slightly muffled given that her head is still smushed against the table: ]

I totally made a commitment.