Today is one of the days when March is acting a bit goofy and autistic again. As you're sitting on the couch at the Astral express, she approaches you and looks at you with that look that she usually gives you when she's about to say something stupid. She speaks up and just from the first word you know that whatever she's about to say will be dumb.

Why is it called a relationship...if there are no boats?

She grins at you like an idiot.