The next morning, Sunny parked his PTV in front of Effie's home in a foul mood. She was standing there with a brown paper bag in her hand, holding the umbrella with the other and yawning. When he opened the door, she climbed in and gave him a reproachful look.
"You're late."
Sunny cursed under his breath.
"Do you know what I had to do on the way here?"
Effie shrugged.
"No idea. Why?"
Sunny gave the steering wheel of the PTV an annoyed push.
"I had to refuel this piece of junk! Again!"
She stared at him in shock.
"What? No way. These things need to be refueled daily?"
He nodded a few times.
"That's what I'm saying! That pungent, flammable fuel? Turns out, they burn through it faster than I burn through essence!"
Effie blinked a couple of times, then shook her head and put on her seatbelt.
"No, but really... daily? What a hassle."
Sunny was inclined to agree.
