“I would appreciate not having carnivorous alien plants hanging around, too,” Reggie admitted with a laugh. Although, if they were just trying to get rid of all of them, sneaking in an evil plant in a car would be mastermind genius. “It looks like they supplied us with everything here, but I’m gonna admit that I don’t know where most of it is,” Reggie told her, looking around. “Guess we get to play ‘find the cleaning supplies around here, huh?” He figured they’d likely spend a good little while cleaning the car up to make it look...non hideous.
"I guess we might have to," Mazie said, heading away from the car as she scanned the area around her. She skimmed the rows of cabinets, some tool boxes, some just regular cabinets where she figured she'd have the best luck. Ducking down, she opened and closed about five before she came to one stocked with all sorts of cleaning supplies, sponges, and buckets.
"So are there some of these soaps I don't want to use right now? What words should I be looking out for?" She asked, plopping two buckets down beside her as she went back in for sponges.
“On the outside of the car, there’s really not much that you can’t use if you’re not worried about the paint,” he explained to her. “And we’re most definitely not.” This place was well ventilated for a purpose, and he was going to use it to put a decent color on this car. Maybe something red. “It’s on the inside of the car that we have to start getting picky.”
He finished getting the last bits of the plant out from under the hood, shutting it and leaning on it for a moment. “I bet once we clean this thing up we’ll get a better understanding of just what we got here.”
“Ok, so maybe we do this. You work on the inside, since you know what you should and shouldn’t use, and I’ll work on cleaning up the outside?” She asked, smiling back at him before she stood up to search around the area for a faucet or a hose after plopping the closest soap she could find into the bucket.
“Sounds like a plan, Mazie,” he said, giving her a thumb’s up. There was stuff to be done in this thing, things to check to make sure that this car could even be put into working shape. He hoped that whomever had picked out this car hadn’t gotten them something with the cylinders shot or something horrid like that. Even if it was a clunker, there were some things that even he couldn’t repair, no matter how much of a nice shop that they had given him.
Once she found a hose and filled the bucket up, Mazie brought it over, sloshing slightly as she walked. "So, Reggie, tell me some more about yourself?" She offered, heading around to the trunk of the car to plop the sponge down on the hood and start trying to work some of the grime off. "Favorite car, how about that?"
“Anything fast and can be made into a convertible,” he remarked, burying his head back under the hood. With all the plant life cleared away, he had a much better picture of what was going on down here. The main engine looked alright, but otherwise there was going to be a lot of work. He wanted work, though. He just wanted to make sure that he had a working car in the end. Nice to see the final product of your endeavours, right? Just to be able to crank it in the end would be nice.
"So you're telling me you didn't have a favorite car?" She asked, peeking her head around until she could look over at Reggie more clearly. "You've gotta have a favorite car, right? I've got a favorite computer, favorite programs, you know? You've got to have something you lean towards more than others, right?"
“I never say no to a Lamborghini or a Ferrari,” he told her with a grin. “It’s easier to ask me what I don’t like, though, and that’s SUV’s and minivans. A minivan is just a big way of advertising that you’ve given up on life, and an SUV says the same thing, but that you’re trying to hide it.” Plus, most other cars could be ‘suped’ up without destroying their integrity, but not those that he hated.