They'd picked up that SUV ages ago, but it had only been a day of driving and neither of them had ever done it again. No point, really.

She passes him a paper plate and takes a seat at the table across from him, fingering a plastic fork. "We can just walk, too," Rachel points out - and grins at him, teasing. "Of course, we'll have to go shopping for shoes. And while we're there, we could both use some new clothes..."