Points for hitting someone with bad fashion would be an interesting way to spend the drive: twenty-five for white jeans, fifty for a poncho, and one hundred for neon-pink tiger-stripe pants... which he really hoped Tristan didn't have in his wardrobe.
"To stop myself spontaneously combusting if I try to squeeze in any more excitement today, how are you fixed for the end of this week? From Thursday through the weekend, I get to have some downtime. Just so you know, I'd like to consider myself open-minded to new ideas, but if I see you approaching me with anything even vaguely resembling manicure boards and nail polish, then I'll be tipping them over your head."