That was a viable question, and of course Tony always had all of the answers, though Cassie did look particularly anxious. How did a girl so willing to go out into the city and put the whole dimension at risk by fighting Kang the Conqueror with her little eighth grade friends get so overwhelmed by the idea of a car? At least that was natural. Like walking. "I thought it would be a good incentive to ace your road test," he offered, strolling towards the car to lean back against the door, not so threatened by it. Maybe she was anxious because she thought she didn't have anyone to teach her. After the little performance in the kitchen, maybe she had a point, but Tony would find the time. This was important. He wasn't going to let Cassie be a cripple. Still, he eyed her like he expected to be withholding it for a good long time, and considered maybe using it as incentive for other accomplishments, like her GED and the first day Danny came back to the Tower without something a little bizarre to tell someone that Cassie had done at work, but he couldn't maintain that look for very long. Grinning brightly, he held out his arms for a hug, and said, "Happy birthday, baby."