"Tell you what," A.J. offered. "I've got some errands to run today. We'll hijack the truck and pick up a new one together." "You askin' me on a date?" Chester asked wolfishly. "I suppose I am." "You buyin' or am I?" "If you're talking about the wheelbarrow, I am," Devlin interjected. "But what about food? If it's a date, ya need food." "Probably not a lot of that at the local hardware store," A.J. said with a grin. "Considering your days of eating nails are over with." "Well, I'll pay for lunch if we go to the Pick a' the Chicken." "Okay, but you should know, I don't kiss on the first date." "Neither do I."