[ He knows she cares, somewhere underneath the teasing at his expense. Not that he doesn't dish out his fair share, even if it's sometimes unintentional. She was his first friend in Inaba, after all, so matter how messed up and weird this dream is, there is a certain level of comfort and familiarity there.

Just...not in the car. Definitely not in this car. Screw this car. ]

A motorcycle license isn't the same thing at all and you know it. [ Huff. ] Oh yeah, girls. What, six year-olds?

[ CHIE PLZ. NOT TODDLERS. ]

Oh, c'mon! Toddlers, really?

[ He ruffles his hair in a show of frustration. ]

Either way, it's too convenient to just be sitting there. There isn't even any sand built up on it or anything. It's like it just appeared.