"Alright, a buck seventy then. Still within my weight range." Nevada's lips twitched like he wanted to smile but the oldest boy's ego probably couldn't take that right now. "There is no climbing on my jeep. The paint will scratch and I haven't even run it properly through the woods yet. When I take the doors off later it'll be easier for you all to get into." Without further ado Aya was getting tossed into the back, then Dilan...

...Braig he offered his hand to, waiting.