"Three pistons, yeah," hefting the box into your hands, shimmeying it to fit just so "but no get up and move, y'know? It's kind of a fa" Glancing to your hands, briefly "family car. Sensible, safe. Economical," these things she says with the kind of animosity only a real driving enthusiast could harbor for those kinds of qualities "but where's the /fun/." Penny grins, all teeth, mostly to herself eyeing the box of books casually, packing the trunk with the rest of her purchases.