Greg just laughed at the comment of him being a queen; only Jack, and occasionally Ray, seemed to be able to get away with that. At the comment about Clooney, Greg continued to shake his head. "I'm much more a Harrison Ford man. You can't go wrong with Indy," Or Han Solo, but that was even worse to admit to, in Greg's mind.
Smiling as Jack decided on his car, he led them over to the garage, walking over to his third child- the newer of the Rapides, and by far his favorite. Sliding into the driver's seat, he took a minute to adjust everything- he'd had to adjust it when he was a woman- before starting her up.