"Still sounds like lessons to me. Just because you didn't have to pay for them didn't mean that they weren't lessons," Reggie pointed out, taking another sip of his coffee. He wished, looking back, that he had tried to do something along the lines of that. He could sing, and his mother had a musical talent so maybe it ran in the family, but he'd been so full of anger in his youth that it hadn't come up, and it didn't exactly come up during his time stealing cars, either. "It is. Good to learn how to take care of your car when you're out in the wild," he pointed out. "If you want to learn some things, I'd be happy to teach." He had shown Mazie a few things, so why not? All looked good toward rehabilitation, anyway.