They got to the car, and Poppy slipped into the seat next to him. "So, how was work?" she asked conversationally.
He paused, tilting his head. "I could run by my apartment and get everything done, then come back, if that works with you?"
She hesitated, a little concerned. "Okay," she said eventually. "But don't get too worried about it. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work."