"Absolutely," Cooper said. He placed one hand over his heart and lifted the other, raising various combinations of fingers until he found the one that felt most like his old Boy Scout salute. "Nobody not interested in greasemonkeying should have to sit through it without getting ice cream in return. It's only fair."<br/><br/>He started to smile at the vision that came suddenly to mind - Sarah, beautiful and bored but patient in a light sundress, perched on a stool, leaning on his toolchest with her chin in one hand, waiting as he skittered out from beneath the Merc's undercarriage - then paused. Who knew but that she was as handy as he was? The smile he showed then was subtly different. It was almost wistful.<em>What kind of times could we have had if ...</em><br/><br/>But that way madness lay. Cooper took a long pull from his water goblet and concentrated on dredging up whatever memory he had of the city streets. It wasn't much. They were definitely going to have to have Mel summon them a cab.