The Sheriff grimaced and shook his head, swallowing the last bite of a grilled cheese before grabbing another one.
"I don't know if I'd be much help there," he admitted, "Don't restrict yourself to Babylon. There are probably some used car lots in a neighboring city. I think the best you have here is a junkyard."
Which he'd made use of to save money maintaining Daisy, but his Charger was in such incredible condition, she practically looked after herself. He was lucky to have been in a position to pour money into it - there was a little bit of guilt there, but ever since the divorce, he felt like it had been worth it. His kids, after all, were very well situated for college.
"Maybe get something a little more current?" he teased lightly, "I think that truck might be older than me."
He raised his eyebrows at her pointedly, and asked, "Is it your first?"