Fray shook her head. She didn't recognize that as a food-name. Thing.
When they got to the 'car,' she stared at it openly. Then, once the door was open, she ducked out of sight.
Mel was looking at the wheels. Poking them with a finger. Then punching one. She was half under the Jeep, looking at the bottom of it, trying to figure out how it might run. This had to be one of the gas-powered cars she'd read about. Which meant...
... it was going to roll, not fly.
Mel pulled herself out from under it, got to her feet, and smiled at Harry.
"I think I was looking for the thrusters," she said. She took her bag and put it in the front, on the floor, and took the scythe and held it, climbing into the Jeep.