[Jay...deflates. It's tough to keep wallowing in self-pity about being marginally older when the kid in front of him can't even get himself around.]

[He hisses softly through his teeth.]

That's...not great.

[Jay glances off to the side, toward one of the rooms. The camera lens follows.]

Not that we've really got a parking lot to practice in, but... [He winces, already seeing the holes in his idea.] I wonder if Wonderland'd give you, like...a modified car. Or, like, something to extend the pedals. Not sure you can really fit an SUV in a closet, but...

[It's December, right? Jay sure as hell never got a car for Christmas, and he's never known anybody else who has, but he's seen commercials. It seems possible.]

[...Is Jay seriously considering teaching an age-locked thirteen-year-old how to drive? Is that what this is?]