Heavily modeled from my parents' former home on Long Island. Mar's room has that freaky vibe where childish things mingle with "adult" stuff, where one hasn't been fully traded for the other. I still think Hanna is really funny here, asking questions she already knows and dreads the answer to, airing things she's pissed about that are vaguely Marigold's fault, though Mar's in no position to take responsibility. She resists her own kindness every step of the way. Mar is also funny to me here, treating this like any other night of suburban teen binge drinking, oblivious to how strange this might be to Hanna.