I feel like you might have glossed over some of the details when I was younger.

[She grins, leaning back in her seat with her burger in hand, making herself more comfortable-- settling in for the long haul, as it were.]

Gold camaro, huh. No wonder you couldn't resist.

[Though she's not sure she wants to imagine what her parents probably did in that small backseat. She smirks, reaching for her beer.]

Tell me the whole thing. I've got all afternoon.

[She'll stay there and talk as long as Ellen will have her, really.]