She would, wouldn't she? Tell anything. He liked to just listen to her talk. Lost time and all that. He'd keep quiet and listen because who knew if he'd ever get this opportunity again. Gave you a whole new perspective when you had something you'd lost handed right back to you. Even if it wasn't quite as you remembered, it still had that feeling to it, that familiarity.
"You rebel you," he teased watching her when he'd finished fixing those laces, even the one she'd mussed up. "Well, cars are a nice place for singing. Like the shower, perfect acoustics for it."
"Oh, who doesn't enjoy the dodging?" He prompted. "Haven't failed in dodging yet," he waggled his brow, propping his elbows on his knees and folding his hands, looking at the Ferris wheel not too far off from them now. "You don't seem to like Robin much."