[As Scout takes his face, he gives a crooked grin, trying not to look too pleased.]

Hé, I'm driving 'ere. And do you really 'ave to make such a mess?

[Still, he can't find it in himself to be angry at all. Eventually they make it to a highway, though Spy plans to go at least two towns over before going for gas and things.]

I feel t'at a celebratory meal is in order. Real food.