
“Okay, so this is a wagon sail. And I promise that people use these for actual travel and it’s not a coffin on wheels, no matter what it looks like.”
Patrick, still listening, bent to poke his head inside the well of the wagon to check out the steering mechanism.
“It’ll be a tight fit, but I figured you wouldn’t mind that too much.” Penny gave the pilot an amused smirk as he lifted his head with a grin.
“You know me so well, babe,” Patrick crooned, pushing himself fully upright to walk with Penny around the ‘coffin on wheels’ as she gestured at the sails attached to the mast.
“I figure I can man the sails, and since you always boast that you can drive just about anything—“
“Definitely anything,” Patrick interjected. He was as unassuming as a man could be, but racing was in his blood. He didn’t have to be the best, all that mattered was the thrill of the ride. And now he got to share the experience with Penny… He couldn’t be more excited about the prospect.
Penny’s smirk shifted into a proud smile as her brown eyes drank him in. “No matter the race placement, it’s sure to be an adventure. You in?”
“Hell yeah!” The pilot hooked an arm around her waist, drawing her in close to his side as, together, they admired the wind runner for a long moment. “So who gets to be Captain Tightpants? Me or you?"
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Afterwards, Penny could be seen looking a bit sour which was probably due to a phone call from Mai.
((Written with Patrick's player. Thank you!!))