"Oh God, it is. Well, what VHS do you want to rent for the motel? I'm sure they have eight copies of Two Weeks Notice." Or whatever lame romcom they had laying around that was easy to rent for date nights. That was the only reason blockbuster existed. That and to shut up kids. He turned to the left and slowed down, just trying to keep a steady pace and see if anything sparked in Lucifer.

"Well? Where are we heading? It better not be a flower shop. I don't want a prophet who will bore us to death with floral arrangement talk."

Anything was an improvement over the last one though.