Well, Tony was no kind of expert when it came to spark plugs or the ordering of them or, hell, even where they went in a car in order to know where to look for them if they'd gone and decided they'd had it. So Tony supposed he'd have to take this guy's word for it.
"Just my luck," Tony said, looking rather frustrated -- not with this guy, not really, but with the situation in general. Being stuck out in the cold hadn't put him in the finest of moods. Tony'd never liked the cold. Not after -- well. It didn't matter. He stuck his hands into his pockets, thin leather gloves doing about as much as his too shiny shoes when it came to the weather.
"Are you headed to town?" He asked, because if that was the case, he'd take the offered ride. "I'm here to see the Bed and Breakfast."