Katie: "Thanks for driving me to San Diego, Cub."
Nathan: "Thanks."
Katie: "No, you're supposed to say, you're welcome."

I hope 1) Katie doesn't ever just pick up a ride to San Diego, and if she does I hope 2) That the driver is more qualified than a 3 year old who can barely talk. 3) If she uses this flirty voice with any boy outside our household then I am in big, deep trouble.

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