She pulled her coat tighter around her body, blowing on her hands and being sure to not let on that she could clearly see the faces peering out of the girls' bedroom window. When Pete came out, followed closely by Sam, she grinned. She'd half expected Momma to go on for a good solid half hour, laying down rules and reminding them of all sorts of things they had to watch out for, but it seemed like she'd let them off lightly.
"I'm easy too," she shrugged. Her own accent was noticeably thicker as well, and she'd all but given up on her standard efforts to hide the drawl. It was easy enough to do it at school, even though she never really completely masked it. She could still take that small town redneck edge off of the whole thing up there, but back at home there was no way she could keep it up. Not when everyone else was talking a mile a minute, accents thicker than molasses. She glanced pointedly up at the window, smiling as the girls caught her look and disappeared abruptly, pulling the curtains closed behind them. "I think that's actually somethin' Mel an' Lizzie are worried about. Me bein' so easy."
"Truck would get warm faster, but there's more room in the Jeep." She shrugged. "Don't really care either way. I ain't driving."