Her heart stutters in her chest. He wasn't joking, she knows when he's joking. Nat glances over at him sharply, but then swivels her head right back to the road. No need to crash her car over this, it's a really nice car.

"I made sure we got a king so you wouldn't be scrunched." Though she has this feeling like he curls up when he sleeps -- not that she thinks about things like that. But he still acted like he was small in so many other ways, she just idly thinks that. For no reason. It's an observation.