Aw, babe. Yeah, of course. Hey, we could do Spanish-only nights sometime, like, you an' me, no English at all, once you're at the point where you know a bit. That might make it go faster.

[She gets up and so he does too. Camping sounds nice but they need to get the bike farther from the highway before that happens. By now the sun is up and starting to feel warm, so it's time to go cuddle somewhere shady and quiet.]

Also, you don't have to know Spanish at all, you know that, right? I mean, just about everyone speaks English most of the time, an' it's a whole mix, too, people from all kindsa backgrounds. You won't even be the only white girl.

[He's told her this before, but with how she's so nervous, it's hard to know how much that sank in. He catches her in his arms once they're back at the bike with their things, and he kisses her, then smudges powdered sugar off her chin.]

It's just California, baby girl. You ain't goin' to Mexico or some shit. It's not that big a deal.