Wendy: I don't want to alarm you, but I just drove up and... well, your Navigator is gone. All the little pixies are accounted for, so it isn't just another joyride. I'll call the authorities and...
Syri: Wendy, it's okay. Hana has it. She went grocery shopping.
Wendy: You let her take your Navigator? Your second favorite vehicle in the entire WORLD? (boggle)
Syri: She said we needed a lot of stuff, and I didn't think she could have fit it all in her bug. (shrug)
(a bit later, sound of stereo booming in driveway)
(car stops... radio turned off... engine turned off. Wendy walks outside to help Hana.)
Wendy: Hey Hana!
Hana: Oh! Hey, Wendy!
Hana: Just set them over there, thank you.
Wendy: I think this is more food than Syri has had in her apartment the entire time she's lived here.
Hana: I went to make dinner last night, and do you know what I found in the fridge?
Wendy: I'm afraid to ask.
Hana: Pickles. One lonely, sad, stale jar of pickles and a carton of milk dated about 2 weeks ago. (shaking head) So tonight, we'll have a REAL dinner.
Wendy: Uh, go easy. If she's been living on stale pickles, real food might throw her into shock.
Hana: (smile) Indeed. Maybe some stale pickles as a side, just to ease her into real food. We'll see.