Emily nodded in understanding at the explanation. "Right, or you could learn how to drive with your left foot," she suggested with a little laugh, though it was far more joke than serious suggestion. It wasn't impossible, she knew, but one would have to be really desperate to drive to go through the trouble, she thought.
"It's no imposition at all!" Emily assured him. "And don't you worry 'bout chippin' in for gas, as I was gonna be heading there anyway." It was considerate of him to offer, but not necessary.
She laughed at his deadpan, shaking her head. "Oh dear, you've got a long way to go, then. Don't let my mama get wind of it; she'll be wanting to give ya lessons," she mock-warned him, eyes going a little wide for effect.
"Well, everyone oughta have one," she said at the admission, smiling a bit. She didn't really have a passion, not like that. She supposed Sarah was her passion, her pride and joy and everything that mattered. It was sweet, the way he talked about Luna, and she just smiled at it. "Oh, God no! I mean, I can sing a lullaby well enough to soothe my baby girl, but trust me, you'd cringe if ya heard me sing." She was far too self aware to think any different, even if it didn't stop her from singing loudly in the shower or her car.