"Which part?" Pepper cracks with a chuckle, jumping a little at the grope. Huffing a breath, he straightens up and plucks the bottle from her hand. "Uh-uh, first things first. Please go wash the engine oil from your face and maybe find clothing with no tears and holes in them." It was date night, after all! He doesn't think that's too much to ask.

"I'll go set up dinner while you do, I'm sure you haven't eaten anything since morning." Gently, he pushes back the safety goggles still sitting on top of her head and sets them aside. "And then we'll have our grossly expensive French bribe. Deal?"