I mean, you got a point. The bike's down in the garage.

[Digs in her pocket to hand over the keys]

Never did put together that stunt show, but if you need some flaming hoops, we got those, too. If you wanna carry the torch of reckless driving...

[Her expression goes crooked, as if the weight of everything is finally beginning to hit her, though all she does is reinforce her smile]

...A-anyways, got a surplus of kisses left too, so you can have all you want.