Jane autopiloted, not expecting any easy answers. "Do...you...come..here...oft------en..." she managed before falling foul of the tiny bird bones that rained down on their heads from the Little Minxes above.
Jared smiled. "I've seen the news. I know women can change. This is just mesmeric, like watching a little piece of history unfolding. You may well be the first left-brained woman I've ever met. Truly, I'm honoured."
Jane understood next to nothing now. Her language centres were being picked apart by weevils. "What...you..."
"Driving now?" yelled Jared, hopping from foot to foot, each one lighter than the next; the whorl of anxiety shedding like llama wool, his eyebrows alone worth the price of admission. "Driving now? Now, let me see..."
Jane's eyes flicked over to white bread, fluttering at the crusts and then closing. She didn't even get to see Jared, aroused and with all his teeth, mount the bar and start singing.