[...oh, well, good thing she didn't land on the hood. Grell hops up, sitting on the edge at first before shimmying over to sit beside him with legs folded to one side. An inviting lap if there ever was one.]

Hmm...I've not sat on this part before! [It was still a bit warm from the engine beneath, but not hot to the skin. Her eyes spot the bottle, which makes her smile wryly.]

Skipping out on champagne, I see.