He grinned a bit. "I could, but that would be awkward," he said. Though it was tempting because he really did hate to not drive right now, though he would obey doctor's orders. At least for now. He tended to be a patient fellow, moreso than the other people in the band. It had always ruffled Brett's feathers. There was a pang, fresh and painful, at that thought, though he hid it as best he could with a glance down as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Aw thanks, then, I really appreciate it. Just let me know what time to be ready by." He would probably try to buy her coffee in return for the trip, but Connor would play it by ear to see how it went.
"I do, I know, but I figured something new would be a good distraction from everything, and at least I'll have a skill out of it if I succeed, right?" And he knew enough not to burn the house down, at least, though he figured there'd be plenty of failed dishes, at least at the start. "Well, your mama is welcome any time. I look forward to meeting her."
One side of his mouth lifted higher than the other again. "Oh, you've got a daughter?" he said. "That's wonderful." Connor had always had a soft spot for kids. One of his favorite charity concerts they did every year was for a children's hospital. He hadn't noticed a wedding ring, but Connor knew that that wasn't any firm indication, especially these days, and he was glad he hadn't flirted with her yet, though she was friendly and pretty. "I'm sure you're not that bad," he told her.