She was glad that they were back to what they'd been. Or almost anyway. Because... she missed the banter. They'd gotten far to serious for a while.
"Yeah I should too. I miss it." It seemed she was always doing something else, she knew she could go for a ride whenever she wanted too. "Press down on the gas petal just a little harder, not to much." She pointed at the speedometer behind the wheel. "This here tells you how fast you're going. See if you can bring it up to 40 and keep it steady." That would be as fast as a horse could run, if not a little faster.
"Yeah, sort of. I like a mix of a lot of things. It just depends on my mood. Usually if I'm working on the cars, I like to listen to classic country or rock." She shook her head when he commented about him needing to wear green. "Nah, by then, the poor were pretty invisible. And a lot... Well it wasn't too different from the twelfth century. People died from starvation, and other things. He was brought up in poverty."