She snorted at that. "Ah, well. You could try." She hopped out of the truck and spun the car keys nimbly on her finger. "I have a few special skills of my own."
She stuck close by his side as the entered the Gastropub. As usual it was filled with the murmur of pleasant chatter from customers, and the smells of her father's delicious cooking. "Honestly anything here is good. They're all my dad's recipes. But my favorite are the short ribs. You want me to order you some while you get cleaned up? Employee washroom is through that backdoor, then hang a right."