Becky got into the backseat behind Jaimie, smiling to his comment.  She heard the note of mischief in her mom's voice, and wondered what she was thinking.  Hearing her tone, she sensed Mom was up to something, and reached across to lightly trail her fingers down Mom's arm to where her hand rested on Jaimie's knee, and she grinned.<br/><br/>"That depends on how much they can cope with," she laughed, impulsively stroking Jaimie's hair lightly.  It was like acting, she thought, looking forward to a bit of fun, knowing by Mom's question that she didn't take it seriously, and probably thought the same as Becky.  Neither she nor Mom had had any sort of date, at least Mom hadn't lately, and she sensed Mom's need to just do something fun.  Becky's thoughts weren't anywhere near inappropriate, simply having a bit of fun at Jaimie's expense; after all, he'd been the one to ask the question in the first place, so she and Mom were just going with it.