"You would," she winked back at him. She slipped into the passenger seat and kicked off her shoes, cracking her toes before stretching her arms over her head as much as she could before they hit the roof.
"Please tell me that I have some sort of edible something or another at my place...something that involves pushing buttons on the microwave...or ooooh! Spagetti-O's!"
Not that she could honestly hold up a fork if she tried.