That'd be cool. The job ideas, not the you jizzing your jockstrap over four wheel drive.

[He smiles though, snorting softly as he flips a page and starts sketching out more abstract designs based on those on the previous page. He looks up at the trees, as if trying to gauge which ones to base his - well, base off of. While also trying to swallow this sort of... happy feeling in his chest, at the concept of being taken care of. Shit. He says the first thing that comes to mind, simply to spit something out.]

I think my dad sold Camaros. Red ones, I think.

[He pauses, blinking. It was a long way back.]

I can't really remember. Maybe I get it from him. The liking red thing.