[He grins around his mouthful of chocolate and pours her a handful into her palm, then swallows and shrugs.]

Sure, why not? We ate great last night. They always say have a balanced breakfast, I figure this evens things out.

[That is and has never been the intent of that at all, but it makes him laugh. The rest of the M&Ms go quickly down the hatch and he chews as he helps her up with a hand onto the bike and then hops on himself.]

You want more? 'Cause there's a lot more, help yourself.

[He'll wait as long as he needs if she wants to eat something, because something about eating while at speed sounds hard. But once she's ready, he gets them on out before anyone can notice what happened, and soon he's weaving his way through city streets and up the interstate ramp at speeds well beyond what anyone else is doing.]

Must suck to be in a car, stuck behind all the other fuckin' cars! California, here we come!