[ The tire seems to have been in storage for some time. Long enough to be rather settled in the little cutout for it and though Sunday tugs on it, his strength is certainly not of much use. Physical strength was never needed in his life as an administrator, though he frowns at the tire like it's wronged the two of them.

At Fern's question, Sunday looks up to catch her look of surprise. It is surprise, right? Probably. Whatever number it was on their loan documents is also long forgotten by Sunday as well since it'd been rather meaningless to him. ]

I hope you didn't pay more than we did.

[ It must have been surprise of the bad variety, clearly, especially if that's the case. The concern in Sunday's voice is rather sincere since if she's already had engine troubles then that seems far more unfortunate than the flat tire. Speaking of that, he's forgotten about tugging the spare out of where it's wedged as he straightens back up for a moment to pat his pockets. Too many of them in this traveling coat so he'll have to organize them later, but a second later he produces the coupon he'd had in mind. ]

Here, for the fuel. Yom Crook was kind enough to provide these as part of the negotiations. I can't promise it's for much - [ complete with a slight frown at the number of joolies since without a scale, it's another meaningless number to him - ] but please take it. It's the least I can offer for your assistance here.