Dean laughs, the sound of it easy; he doesn't really think about the consequences of what he's doing, fixing her aircraft. He's in it for the engine, for the joy of some simple maintenance and mechanics, and for making her happy. He's not flying in this thing, but he's happy that she might.
"Yeah, well," he chuckles. "Maybe someday. This, though, I think I can get running this afternoon."
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"Yeah, well," he chuckles. "Maybe someday. This, though, I think I can get running this afternoon."