At her request, his eyes lit up with a tender smile. "Why of course you can," he replied, reaching out to brush a few loose strands of hair out of her face and tucking them behind her ear. "We don't have to get down and go inside. We can go through the drive-thru if you'd much rather enjoy your meal and hot chocolate at home...in your quiet place. But -- " He held a finger up, "so long as you don't spill anything or make a mess. You know how I feel about food upstairs." He returned his hand to the wheel, and made a left turn, heading in the direction of the McDonalds.
He wasn't sure whether or not they had hot cocoa there, but if need be, he would stop at Starbucks and run in to get her one especially. As long it made her happy. He glanced back at her, "anything else? That would perk you up? You want to play with daddy's medical toys behind the seat?"