"You've just never ridden in the back of a truck before. Actually, this isn't bad at all." "Have you made a habit of hitching rides in the backs of moving vans?" "No. But I've done it once or twice and this one isn't bad. Look, we've got all the luxuries of home. Blankets, windows, a roof to keep off the rain and I've even got some food. I picked up a few things this morning while you were shopping, not to mention the biscuits I took from the cafe." "Don't mention them. Please." The dim light was enough to show him that she looked a little green around the edges, and he gave her a sympathetic grin. "You'll get used to it. It's like sailing. It just takes a few minutes to get your sea legs." She threw him a sour look. "I'm a lousy sailor." "Come on. Sit down and lean your head back. If you talk to me real nice, I'll give you a bottle of Perrier. That'll help settle your stomach." "Don't even say the word stomach." But she let him settle her onto a stack of furniture pads and leaned her head against a higher stack.
