The New Van

"I don't think this is actually a van; it's a bus," I suggest as we climb into Ian's massive new-to-him vehicle.
"It'll fit 14 once I get all the seat in."
"Looks at this! I can stand back here. It's the size of me. This van is big-ah than my kitchen, " says Dana as she plunks herself into the front seat.

Ian is smoothly maneuvering through the traffic, impressive in this monster, not to mention at night. I tell him as much.
"Yeah, not bad considering I've only been driving for 5 weeks."
"You mean, 5 weeks in Australia? Wow, this is good," fauns Dana.
"No no. Five weeks total. I never drove in Ireland."
Ian does a quick shoulder check and pulls into the left lane, gracefully and without hesitation.

***

"Have you decided on a name?"
"Not yet. Maybe I'll call it Dana..."
"Well, I would be very flattered, but you certainly don't have to do that."
"Maybe Standing Dana?"

***

We're taking Kate back to St. Kilda, cruising along Punt Road.

"I know exactly what I'm gonna do when I get home: have a pitch black shower," announces Kate. "You know, turn off the lights and just stand there under the hot water for... [pause] water-restriction amount of time."

Ian asserts that's the funniest thing Kate has ever said.