"Not really. Cas would just be staring and asking weird questions," she admitted, tracing the upholstery of the passenger-side door and suppressing the urge to tease. "I didn't say it wasn't nice, you know. Just... different." Cars were huge luxuries, in the realms that had the streets for them. She'd been in one a handful of times in her life, before she'd met Dean.
"Besides, realmships aren't quite flying. Closer to... I don't know, those sci-fi shows Nigredo likes. You don't look outside, really. You just... wait. Like a cruise ship, minus the ocean. Or the buffet." She stifled a grin. "Which I bet would invalidate the whole purpose for you."
She quieted, listening to the music. She'd gotten mostly used to Dean's taste, once he'd figured out how to rig the jukebox at Haze, but it was still a little... rough for her taste. "What does he find to talk about, anyway?"
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Date: 2011-05-24 01:38 pm (UTC)"Besides, realmships aren't quite flying. Closer to... I don't know, those sci-fi shows Nigredo likes. You don't look outside, really. You just... wait. Like a cruise ship, minus the ocean. Or the buffet." She stifled a grin. "Which I bet would invalidate the whole purpose for you."
She quieted, listening to the music. She'd gotten mostly used to Dean's taste, once he'd figured out how to rig the jukebox at Haze, but it was still a little... rough for her taste. "What does he find to talk about, anyway?"