eating chips

“ever wonder what would happen if trees and the internet died at the same time?” i asked marie.

“no, can’t say i have,” she answered while thinly cutting potatoes for chips.

“well, humor me then. what would you do if you didn’t have no recipe book to follow?” i asked.

she stopped cutting to look up at me and smile, “guess i’d have to depend on my memory,” she laughed before continuing.

“hmmm. makes sense. yeah, i guess that’s how things would go,” i replied before returning to prepare my sleeping bag for the night.