"How many times have they been arguing about this now?" Daisy asked from her spot on the U-shaped sofa in the camping van, her voice tinged with exhaustion and exasperation.
"Well, I lost count somewhere around since yesterday," Cindy replied, sitting beside her with one leg crossed over the other. She'd adopted the posture of someone settling in for a long show, clearly resigned to watching the ongoing debate play out yet again.
"There's absolutely no need for it, Rachel. I'm telling you," Sydney called down from the elevated bed attached to the van's roof, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow she'd buried half her face in.
"Why not?" Rachel stood below, arms crossed across her chest as she craned her neck to look up at Sydney's sprawled form. "Give me one good reason."
"I already told you—there's no need," Sydney repeated sighing.
