Fortunately for the both of them, the fire didn't explode in their faces. It did jump a little, and then started smoking briefly as the fire caught something stuck to the grill, but nothing particularly exciting happened. Which Chris found slightly disappointing, but it wasn't always time for mass fireworks. That would come later.
"Yeah, sure, if they want to buy a new one in five years." He scratched with a spatula at the black something permanently burned onto the grill. "You take care of your car and it takes care of you. I've been in god knows how many accidents and I've never gotten hurt! And she's still running fine! I don't get people sometimes. It's fucking insane." And it really was nice that someone understood this problem. None of his other friends did, it felt like. Just kept using their cars, or taking the bus ... maybe if they had to pay for one all on their own they'd start knowing how he felt.