Almost immediately, Eduardo knows he made the right choice in not pushing the subject of Erica. The feeling he gets with Mark going on like this, it's familiar, warm, not unlike the way he felt not long ago when they were discussing the economy (or lack thereof) and the strip club, essentially meaningless topics but over which they could agree. With Mark rambling like this about something that doesn't matter, it's all Eduardo can do not to smile, instead just nodding in agreement. They can't exist on smalltalk alone, but if that's what's going to keep whatever this is afloat, he'll go along with it, no question. At least it's something, and anyway, they were never going to be able to solve all their problems in one night. With that in mind, it's as easy as it ever was to take what Mark gives him, to enjoy the inclusion inherent in hearing something like this. Because, at the end of the day, it is what he wants, consequences be damned. Regardless of what might be left unresolved between them, this is how things should be.

"Have you ever even been to Columbus, Ohio?" he asks, biting back a laugh at the mention of domesticated tomatoes. (Only Mark, he thinks, with no small amount of adoration, would have a random fact like that on hand for the sake of conversation. He corrects himself a moment later; it reminds him of something Olive would do, too, albeit with any different topic, bringing him once again to that hazy place the two overlap in his feelings towards them.) He continues without waiting for a response, though, quick as ever to agree. "I think it's just where he's from. Like, that's just what people go by, in this apocalyptic future. It is seriously weird, though."