"Cars," Sirius echoed. If he had a choice, he'd rather only work on bikes, but he hadn't found a place that specialized. Maybe one existed and he just hadn't spotted it yet. "Lots of metal. Four wheels. You've seen them. You know they drive on the wrong side of the road here?"
He considered the delivery idea and supposed it would do in a pinch. It wasn't his first choice, however. He wasn't sure he'd have the privilege of being choosy for too long, but he'd see.
"If you're going to fall asleep there, I'm going to go sleep in your bed," he threatened. He would, too ... well, maybe not tonight when she still might be inclined to hex him.