Moving into the right lane, Priestly nodded to himself more than to her. "Deal, then. Here's hoping it doesn't suck," he joked. When Amy made the joke that she was insatiable, Priestly smirked and gave her a sideways glance. "Hey, Ames?" he asked, grinning as he looked back at the road and flipped on his turn signal to pull off on the exit, "you probably shouldn't tell a dude you're insatiable, like...ever again," he laughed. "The context is lost entirely when hot girls use words like that," he added.
Priestly headed down the exit ramp, looking for signs and when he realized Amy must have noticed the yawn, didn't bother to hold back a second. "Yeah, probably," he agreed. "I never understood why driving makes people so tired. Like, you don't do shit but sit here...but it's exhausting," he thought aloud. Then, stopping at the intersection at the bottom of the ramp, he looked over at her. "Know what I mean?"
It only took a few minutes to get to the restaurant lazily advertised on the signs along the way and it didn't look too bad. From the outside, it looked a little worse for the wear, but he figured it wasn't really in a prime location for heavy traffic, so why should it look any different? He parked and pulled the keys out of the van's ignition, settling back in his seat for a moment, unbuckling his seat belt. "Is it my turn or yours?" he asked, wondering which of them was paying this time. It was easier than having to have split bills all the time. Pooling their money would probably have been an option if Priestly had the balls to suggest it, but this way worked fine. They took turns paying for food and gas and that worked just fine for him.