Ver's not too familiar with limos, but she has a vague idea how it's supposed to work. And they're so comfy. She settles back in her seat and focuses on opening the champagne properly--with a hiss, not a bang.

Jim's question gets a smile from her, this one touched with a hint of wistfulness. What sort of utopia is he from that he doesn't understand these things? "Don't tell me people don't believe bigger is always better where you're from?"