Her face turned red. Seriously. If she dared move and look in one of the many mirrors, she bet her whole face was as bright as a freaking strawberry. It was no cake walk being laughed at. And no, it didn't help any that Hamburger Boy's laugh wasn't condescending. It was an interesting sound that came out of him, a new one. Though the laugh was at her expense, she supposed it wasn't that bad. It was no smile but it was half way there, right? Except, by the time that she got over the embarrassment in her brain, her face hadn't received the memo and had yet to go back to it's usual fair color.
"I wasn't allowed to back home. They were ... dangerous for me," she explained, even if it didn't sound like she believed her own words. That had been Mark's, her surrogate father, excuse for never letting her get into any automobile of any kind. He never said why, not even after the many times she had asked. The only explanation he had given her was the explanation she had given to Caleb. They were too 'dangerous' and while hours of research on the internet proved him right, she still couldn't help but feel that there was more to the explanation than Mark was letting on. Whenever she tried to push the subject, Daniel, her other surrogate father, would distract her with food or the promise of a new shiny trinket and so the conversation would be dropped. Not forgotten, just delayed until the next time.
And now that she was in one? She was conflicted between terror and curiosity. Unfortunately, the longer she was inside the truck, the less her fear and the more her curious mind.
She shrugged when he apologized. "It's okay. Maybe it's a little funny," her voice bounced up, slowly over-coming her initial feelings of terror. Her face scrunched up at the mention of buggies and dangerous cats. "Why would you ride a jaguar? They'd chew your face off before you could get a saddle on. And I'm over the legal age, thank you very much!" Rosemary persisted with a huff. She was no thirteen year old and had gone through plenty of boyfriends! Okay, not plenty but a couple!
Her? Driving? She'd never thought of it before. Yes, she wasn't feeling like vomiting all over her lap but sliding over to Caleb's side of the truck did not sound appetizing. Yet- "You have to take a test before you get to drive? Is it multiple choice? I don't think I'd pass. I'm bad at tests," she said with a grunt as she leaned down to go through the burger bags. If he brought it up later, she would argue that he allowed her to touch because he asked her to give it to him so she technically was following his rules. But she did make an effort to touch it as little possible when she found the bag marked #12. Hell, she even held back a curious sniff of the bag's contents and handed it over to him (remaining strapped in).
As he delivered the scrumptious meal, Rosemary took advantage of her alone time and started to sniff everything that was within reach of her nose. Including the cracks of the seats. It smelled like peanuts and candy and lint and old stuff. When Caleb came back, she lifted her head up and grinned hopefully. "There's a peanut M&M down there. Can I have it?"