Natasha can tell by the way that he reiterates the idea of enjoying the scenery that he has something specific in mind. Likely her perched on the back seat with her arms around him rather than racing him on another bike. It's sweet, to think that he might look forward to something like that. Sweet enough that she doesn't tease him about it.

Yet.

"Sounds like a good way to spend a Saturday to me," she agrees. "Let me get the address for the bar for you." She pulls her phone out of her pocket and pulls up her GPS app, setting it to take them to the dive. Once the navigation is active, she props it up in the cup holder between them, angled so he can see it.

"So how was the first week of the new year?"