_{[Her answer is to hop RIGHT up onto the back of the bike, settling right into the spot she always takes when they make outings like this-- big ol' cocky grin on her face.]}

Up for it? Just try and pry me off this thing-- I'll scratch up the chrome, you know I will.

_{[She taps a talon or three on the bike's polished sides playfully, as though mock-contemplating the scrapes she'd leave if he did try to toss her off of it.]}

Can we stop for tacos on the way back?